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 Sweden and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brothers Johnson to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Ultra Naté,
Excepter,
The Count Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Khruangbin,
KRS-One,
These Immortal Souls,
Josef K,
Chrome,
Silicon Teens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barry Ungar,
Average White Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cowsills,
Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Schoolly D,
Grauzone,
Monolake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Royal Trux,
Bad Manners,
China Crisis,
Scion,
Second Layer,
Blake Baxter,
The Vogues,
Main Source,
The Gories,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Names,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Rekid,
The Happenings,
Television Personalities,
Archie Shepp,
Bronski Beat,
Monks,
Quadrant,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erasure,
Quando Quango,
Tropical Tobacco,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pole,
Rod Modell,
The Red Krayola,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.