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 Cyprus and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Busters to the grime 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
Lucky Dragons,
Gregory Isaacs,
Steve Hackett,
Donald Byrd,
Outsiders,
Todd Terry,
John Lydon,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Excepter,
Funkadelic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Skatalites,
Porter Ricks,
Theoretical Girls,
Marmalade,
Andrew Hill,
Sun City Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joey Negro,
Royal Trux,
Section 25,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slick Rick,
Lou Christie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Foxx,
Connie Case,
Malaria!,
Aural Exciters,
Scion,
Danielle Patucci,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pierre Henry,
Fatback Band,
Rites of Spring,
the Human League,
In Retrospect,
Brand Nubian,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül II,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yellowson,
Deakin,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Copeland,
Blancmange,
Kas Product,
Absolute Body Control,
Rufus Thomas,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.