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 Bolivia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 48th St. Collective to the rap 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Buckinghams,
Sandy B,
Jacob Miller,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hot Snakes,
The Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Bauhaus,
The Young Rascals,
Sister Nancy,
Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
Massinfluence,
Subhumans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fuzztones,
Chrome,
Drive Like Jehu,
Qualms,
Letta Mbulu,
Audionom,
Ten City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Banda Bassotti,
Brick,
Radio Birdman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hashim,
Rod Modell,
Faust,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cluster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Hill,
Motorama,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare,
Crime,
Man Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Moebius,
Vladislav Delay,
L. Decosne,
Henry Cow,
A Certain Ratio,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Whodini,
Blossom Toes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aural Exciters,
Panda Bear,
Stiv Bators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Near,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.