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 United States and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Au Pairs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Outsiders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Count Five,
Joy Division,
Kas Product,
Aural Exciters,
Neu!,
John Foxx,
Robert Hood,
Quantec,
Cameo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Urselle,
Camouflage,
Hot Snakes,
Parry Music,
Liliput,
Visage,
Moebius,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Wells,
Bluetip,
Funky Four + One,
World's Most,
OOIOO,
Marcia Griffiths,
Khruangbin,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Half Japanese,
Piero Umiliani,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Colin Newman,
Sister Nancy,
Rites of Spring,
Depeche Mode,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mojo Men,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Green,
Vainqueur,
Schoolly D,
Buzzcocks,
X-102,
Chris & Cosey,
Bad Manners,
Gang of Four,
Simply Red,
A Certain Ratio,
Dark Day,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.