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 Madagascar and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Cure 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Scientists,
The Skatalites,
Nas,
Quantec,
In Retrospect,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Wyatt,
Sandy B,
Gabor Szabo,
The Standells,
The Gladiators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Selecter,
Slave,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Wake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heaven 17,
Average White Band,
Schoolly D,
China Crisis,
MDC,
Angry Samoans,
Silicon Teens,
Davy DMX,
Negative Approach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drexciya,
The Slackers,
K-Klass,
Iggy Pop,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Grass Roots,
Sun City Girls,
Y Pants,
David McCallum,
The J.B.'s,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
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ABBA,
The Remains,
Sex Pistols,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Essential Logic,
H. Thieme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fall,
Minny Pops,
Tommy Roe,
Rotary Connection,
Barry Ungar,
Supertramp,
Echospace,
The American Breed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.