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 Armenia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grime 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sandy B,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pop Group,
Fatback Band,
Ultravox,
The Cure,
Pylon,
The Beau Brummels,
Crooked Eye,
Soulsonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Seeds,
The Cramps,
The Smiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wally Richardson,
Theoretical Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Halsall,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sam Rivers,
Agitation Free,
Circle Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
Qualms,
Johnny Clarke,
Arcadia,
The Fugs,
Subhumans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
E-Dancer,
Altered Images,
Fela Kuti,
Barry Ungar,
Prince Buster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lightning Bolt,
Symarip,
Supertramp,
The Mojo Men,
The Moleskins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Teasers,
Cybotron,
Los Fastidios,
Junior Murvin,
Scrapy,
F. McDonald,
Brass Construction,
The Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Dual Sessions,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.