Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Saudi Arabia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Albert Ayler,
This Heat,
Main Source,
Sugar Minott,
Half Japanese,
Trumans Water,
cv313,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tres Demented,
Yaz,
A Certain Ratio,
Charles Mingus,
Easy Going,
Anakelly,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Clarke,
Steve Hackett,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Royal Trux,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Machine,
The Human League,
June of 44,
Graham Central Station,
The Martian,
Lou Christie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Underground Resistance,
MDC,
Kaleidoscope,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Evens,
Jeru the Damaja,
EPMD,
These Immortal Souls,
R.M.O.,
Wire,
Lakeside,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick Morgan,
Qualms,
The Fortunes,
the Association,
The Divine Comedy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blancmange,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gun Club,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.