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 Antigua and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mark Hollis to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Con Funk Shun,
The Grass Roots,
Nik Kershaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Josef K,
Barry Ungar,
The Victims,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Saints,
Average White Band,
The Doors,
Joe Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Schoolly D,
The Standells,
The Offenders,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Letta Mbulu,
Scrapy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Graham Central Station,
The Evens,
Davy DMX,
Trumans Water,
Brick,
Banda Bassotti,
Sällskapet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The American Breed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moebius,
Popol Vuh,
The Index,
Swell Maps,
Pantytec,
Flash Fearless,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Raincoats,
T.S.O.L.,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fear,
Franke,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare,
John Foxx,
The Moleskins,
The Durutti Column,
The Neon Judgement,
Tres Demented,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Almond,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.