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 Austria and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 John Cale to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Whodini,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Cybotron,
Sam Rivers,
Nas,
Yaz,
Eric Copeland,
Roxette,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Gang Dance,
Flash Fearless,
AZ,
Sun Ra,
Peter & Gordon,
Swell Maps,
Cal Tjader,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
H. Thieme,
The Names,
The Techniques,
Fatback Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Count Five,
Altered Images,
Junior Murvin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Massinfluence,
Gong,
Deepchord,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Boogie Down Productions,
Freddie Wadling,
June of 44,
Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arab on Radar,
the Germs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alton Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Quantec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sight & Sound,
The Mummies,
Dennis Brown,
Camberwell Now,
Hashim,
Funkadelic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Althea and Donna,
Alison Limerick,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.