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 Togo and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Essential Logic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Slick Rick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Audionom,
Cheater Slicks,
Rod Modell,
Eli Mardock,
Dead Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Franke,
Rapeman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funky Four + One,
Stereo Dub,
Technova,
One Last Wish,
cv313,
Eric B and Rakim,
This Heat,
Mars,
Scientists,
The Kinks,
Ultravox,
Chrome,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Music Machine,
Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thompson Twins,
Junior Murvin,
Vainqueur,
Terry Callier,
John Lydon,
Easy Going,
John Cale,
PIL,
The Techniques,
Todd Terry,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visage,
Donald Byrd,
Kayak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barbara Tucker,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Almond,
Skarface,
Connie Case,
Sound Behaviour,
Loose Ends,
LL Cool J,
Byron Stingily,
Moebius,
Michelle Simonal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Clarke,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.