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 Lesotho and from London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Depeche Mode to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Marmalade,
Anakelly,
The Durutti Column,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Model 500,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
FM Einheit,
Schoolly D,
Thee Headcoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harmonia,
Arab on Radar,
Aswad,
Skriet,
Yellowson,
The Fuzztones,
The Count Five,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doors,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mojo Men,
Minutemen,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cramps,
Desert Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stereo Dub,
Hashim,
Khruangbin,
KRS-One,
X-102,
Pere Ubu,
Groovy Waters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Second Layer,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DNA,
Rapeman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Goldenarms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
48th St. Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
MDC,
Soul II Soul,
Liliput,
Arthur Verocai,
Cameo,
Steve Hackett,
Graham Central Station,
Bauhaus,
Qualms,
The Gories,
Circle Jerks,
Sparks,
Pussy Galore,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.