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 Poland and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Black Dice to the disco 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
Tom Boy,
Chrome,
The Associates,
Simply Red,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Clarke,
Agitation Free,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispian St. Peters,
Half Japanese,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pop Group,
Eric Copeland,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Patti Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drexciya,
Brick,
Ohio Players,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shoche,
Roger Hodgson,
Laurel Aitken,
Sarah Menescal,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-101,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Little Man,
Agent Orange,
Don Cherry,
Index,
Aural Exciters,
New Order,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Mills,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Angels of Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Connie Case,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slave,
Glenn Branca,
Angry Samoans,
John Foxx,
Skriet,
Eric Dolphy,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Motions,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.