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 Czech Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Stiv Bators to the techno 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suburban Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Terry Callier,
Arthur Verocai,
Audionom,
Boredoms,
Dual Sessions,
Groovy Waters,
Joyce Sims,
The Neon Judgement,
Symarip,
Skarface,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cheater Slicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yazoo,
The Associates,
The Leaves,
Bob Dylan,
Funkadelic,
Black Bananas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Juan Atkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Adolescents,
Godley & Creme,
Susan Cadogan,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Invisible,
Half Japanese,
The Names,
La Düsseldorf,
Stetsasonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronnie Foster,
Wally Richardson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minutemen,
FM Einheit,
Mantronix,
Todd Rundgren,
Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Josef K,
Kas Product,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pretty Things,
The Move,
Man Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joensuu 1685,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Clarke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Copeland,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.