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 Russia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
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 808 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 Schoolly D to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs 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?
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Neon Judgement,
Au Pairs,
Porter Ricks,
Heaven 17,
Bad Manners,
Patti Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fuzztones,
Barry Ungar,
Donald Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Smog,
Gang Green,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Copeland,
The Gap Band,
The Five Americans,
Ornette Coleman,
Howard Jones,
Malaria!,
Second Layer,
The Count Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Procol Harum,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flipper,
Neil Young,
The Shadows of Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boogie Down Productions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
UT,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter & Gordon,
Steve Hackett,
Aswad,
Matthew Bourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slackers,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gichy Dan,
June of 44,
Pussy Galore,
The Gladiators,
The Sound,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.