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 Gabon and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pharoah Sanders to the crunk 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Das Ding,
Minnie Riperton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Althea and Donna,
X-Ray Spex,
The Real Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Pagans,
Gang Green,
Leonard Cohen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dawn Penn,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bob Dylan,
Schoolly D,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mark Hollis,
The Smoke,
Shoche,
Parry Music,
The Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Section 25,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young,
Joyce Sims,
Franke,
Soul II Soul,
Jacob Miller,
Fear,
Ponytail,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brass Construction,
Archie Shepp,
The Durutti Column,
Donald Byrd,
Pole,
Ken Boothe,
China Crisis,
Gong,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Goldenarms,
Nik Kershaw,
Pere Ubu,
The Gories,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T. Rex,
Clear Light,
The Cramps,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Byron Stingily,
10cc,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Knickerbockers,
Alice Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.