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 Barbados and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Darondo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
China Crisis,
Con Funk Shun,
Dennis Brown,
John Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smiths,
Swell Maps,
Panda Bear,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter & Gordon,
Cybotron,
Marmalade,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ituana,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang On A Can,
E-Dancer,
Moss Icon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kurtis Blow,
Frankie Knuckles,
T.S.O.L.,
Harmonia,
Fluxion,
Albert Ayler,
the Swans,
New Order,
Bootsy Collins,
The Names,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
a-ha,
Jeff Mills,
Sonny Sharrock,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronan,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slits,
Lalann,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Make Up,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brand Nubian,
The American Breed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rotary Connection,
The Barracudas,
This Heat,
Marc Almond,
The Star Department,
Byron Stingily,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.