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 Mauritius and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 kango's stein massive 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
The Martian,
World's Most,
The Misunderstood,
Idris Muhammad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Simply Red,
Youth Brigade,
Nik Kershaw,
Massinfluence,
Khruangbin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Görl,
The Golliwogs,
Henry Cow,
Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Franke,
Hashim,
48th St. Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fad Gadget,
Wolf Eyes,
Joy Division,
Sex Pistols,
The Move,
Avey Tare,
Shoche,
Quantec,
a-ha,
The Pop Group,
Fat Boys,
Cal Tjader,
the Germs,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Green,
10cc,
Mandrill,
The Remains,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moody Blues,
The Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Smooth,
Howard Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
Intrusion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fatback Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Selecter,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Flag,
Blake Baxter,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.