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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 T. Rex to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Clear Light,
Black Flag,
Unrelated Segments,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül II,
Colin Newman,
Tom Boy,
Unwound,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Rundgren,
Essential Logic,
Parry Music,
Fluxion,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang On A Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Banda Bassotti,
PIL,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Byrd,
The Last Poets,
FM Einheit,
The Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul II Soul,
Henry Cow,
The Music Machine,
Black Moon,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Halsall,
D'Angelo,
Heaven 17,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Invisible,
Derrick Morgan,
Half Japanese,
Blossom Toes,
The Grass Roots,
The Names,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wire,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Con Funk Shun,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris & Cosey,
Loose Ends,
Cybotron,
Fad Gadget,
Duran Duran,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.