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 Libya and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Brand Nubian to the grime 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thompson Twins,
Mandrill,
Zero Boys,
Parry Music,
Brass Construction,
The Evens,
Albert Ayler,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faraquet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fall,
Crime,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pretty Things,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang On A Can,
Marmalade,
Howard Jones,
New Order,
Technova,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Desert Stars,
Dead Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Fat Boys,
Pantytec,
The Searchers,
John Lydon,
The Skatalites,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tubeway Army,
Blancmange,
Popol Vuh,
Lower 48,
Mo-Dettes,
The Raincoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Don Cherry,
Davy DMX,
The Remains,
The Moody Blues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy Collins,
The Saints,
the Slits,
Ice-T,
The Busters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Near,
a-ha,
Patti Smith,
Aswad,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Cell,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.