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 Nigeria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
La Düsseldorf,
Sugar Minott,
Second Layer,
Circle Jerks,
Index,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Mills,
Peter and Kerry,
Sixth Finger,
John Holt,
Dennis Brown,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minor Threat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Womack,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Model 500,
ABBA,
Amazonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alton Ellis,
Unwound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Buckinghams,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris & Cosey,
Parry Music,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
Au Pairs,
Kayak,
Franke,
Brass Construction,
John Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mars,
Crooked Eye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Seeds,
K-Klass,
Maurizio,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marmalade,
Anakelly,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tears for Fears,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Christie,
The Names,
The Human League,
Fatback Band,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.