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 Nicaragua and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Charles Mingus to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Yaz,
Erasure,
Mo-Dettes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Motions,
Minnie Riperton,
Barbara Tucker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Terry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Average White Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Cheater Slicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Osbourne,
The American Breed,
Soft Machine,
Eli Mardock,
The Gap Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter & Gordon,
Swans,
Technova,
Joey Negro,
Gong,
Amazonics,
Nirvana,
MDC,
Terry Callier,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Saccharine Trust,
Con Funk Shun,
The Searchers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zapp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brand Nubian,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Knickerbockers,
KRS-One,
Bill Wells,
Niagra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Isaac Hayes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Charles Mingus,
Jawbox,
Royal Trux,
New Age Steppers,
Aural Exciters,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Victims,
The Kinks,
Black Bananas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
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.