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 Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Surgeon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Whodini,
the Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dead Boys,
Bill Wells,
Unrelated Segments,
Can,
Colin Newman,
Metal Thangz,
Nils Olav,
Mantronix,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
Mad Mike,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fugs,
Saccharine Trust,
The Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Janne Schatter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jawbox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Near,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wire,
MDC,
Bauhaus,
Organ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Martian,
The Stooges,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Youth Brigade,
Technova,
The Walker Brothers,
Vainqueur,
The Slackers,
Los Fastidios,
Delon & Dalcan,
La Düsseldorf,
OOIOO,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Velvet Underground,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donald Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shoche,
Prince Buster,
Talk Talk,
Alton Ellis,
Yaz,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.