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 Tonga and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 B.T. Express to the funk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Audionom,
The Associates,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Average White Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Niagra,
Lou Reed,
Pere Ubu,
Soul II Soul,
Ultimate Spinach,
CMW,
Clear Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Dave Gahan,
Danielle Patucci,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalann,
The Red Krayola,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Remains,
Whodini,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crime,
the Bar-Kays,
Accadde A,
Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cal Tjader,
Vainqueur,
Blancmange,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxette,
New York Dolls,
Ultra Naté,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deakin,
Amon Düül II,
Isaac Hayes,
The Birthday Party,
Kayak,
The Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Cybotron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moebius,
Nik Kershaw,
PIL,
Moss Icon,
Eurythmics,
Mr. Review,
Sixth Finger,
Basic Channel,
David Axelrod,
Ohio Players,
Eric Dolphy,
Popol Vuh,
Rod Modell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantytec,
Freddie Wadling,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.