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 Rwanda and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Moon to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Echospace,
The Names,
Mark Hollis,
Magazine,
Nico,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camberwell Now,
Lindisfarne,
Royal Trux,
Main Source,
Section 25,
Nik Kershaw,
Nils Olav,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacques Brel,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
The Litter,
Don Cherry,
Masters at Work,
Fluxion,
Bang On A Can,
a-ha,
Skaos,
Sugar Minott,
Shuggie Otis,
Tim Buckley,
D'Angelo,
Eddi Front,
The Grass Roots,
Arthur Verocai,
Wire,
The Skatalites,
The Martian,
Chris & Cosey,
The Red Krayola,
Patti Smith,
The Count Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Subhumans,
JFA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra,
The Cowsills,
Kurtis Blow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers,
Judy Mowatt,
Aural Exciters,
Radio Birdman,
Dark Day,
Buzzcocks,
Lyres,
Barrington Levy,
Moss Icon,
Eurythmics,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.