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 Indonesia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 The Buckinghams 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Monks,
Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
Prince Buster,
Wasted Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Half Japanese,
Subhumans,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronan,
The Gun Club,
Pierre Henry,
Smog,
John Holt,
The Index,
Lungfish,
Circle Jerks,
10cc,
ABC,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Stooges,
Mars,
Donald Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Godley & Creme,
Maurizio,
the Human League,
H. Thieme,
Heaven 17,
Saccharine Trust,
The Vogues,
Agitation Free,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Saints,
Chris & Cosey,
Underground Resistance,
Barrington Levy,
U.S. Maple,
The Birthday Party,
The Gories,
Nick Fraelich,
Mission of Burma,
Stetsasonic,
The Names,
Faraquet,
Q and Not U,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mo-Dettes,
Whodini,
Carl Craig,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Joey Negro,
Crispian St. Peters,
Model 500,
Brick,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.