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 Malta and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ronnie Foster to the electroclash 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Tears for Fears,
The Grass Roots,
Lebanon Hanover,
Howard Jones,
Moss Icon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Bananas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Swans,
June of 44,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Youth Brigade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Stereo Dub,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Glenn Branca,
Ice-T,
Ken Boothe,
Yellowson,
Section 25,
Rod Modell,
Lou Christie,
Davy DMX,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Clarke,
Altered Images,
Outsiders,
Wally Richardson,
The Move,
The Red Krayola,
cv313,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cecil Taylor,
Marmalade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Standells,
The Dirtbombs,
Junior Murvin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suburban Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Babytalk,
48th St. Collective,
Lakeside,
Camberwell Now,
Pere Ubu,
Carl Craig,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Sneak,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.