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 Cameroon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the punk 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sandy B,
The Birthday Party,
Pylon,
Swell Maps,
Prince Buster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fear,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Divine Comedy,
Von Mondo,
Q and Not U,
Malaria!,
Jerry's Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Parry Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moody Blues,
Massinfluence,
Rakim,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Accadde A,
Metal Thangz,
Kurtis Blow,
Grey Daturas,
Surgeon,
Cymande,
Skaos,
The Mummies,
Michelle Simonal,
Tears for Fears,
Soul II Soul,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Angels of Light,
Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lower 48,
Supertramp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lightning Bolt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Max Romeo,
Soulsonic Force,
D'Angelo,
the Bar-Kays,
The J.B.'s,
The Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slick Rick,
Lucky Dragons,
Depeche Mode,
The Slits,
UT,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Offenders,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.