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 Azerbaijan and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grunge 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Remains,
Soul II Soul,
Leonard Cohen,
Animal Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Black Moon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Eddi Front,
The American Breed,
Alphaville,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Grass Roots,
Sandy B,
Banda Bassotti,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lyres,
Surgeon,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick May,
Arab on Radar,
Aural Exciters,
Silicon Teens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
David McCallum,
Infiniti,
Roger Hodgson,
Young Marble Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Clarke,
Bronski Beat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moleskins,
CMW,
Crime,
48th St. Collective,
Marmalade,
Josef K,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Byron Stingily,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed,
Roxy Music,
Tears for Fears,
The Tremeloes,
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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.