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 Brazil and from New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crash Course in Science to the electroclash 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Walker Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-Ray Spex,
Hasil Adkins,
Half Japanese,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
DNA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wasted Youth,
Black Bananas,
Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Carl Craig,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
48th St. Collective,
Roxy Music,
Brick,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bad Manners,
Icehouse,
Zero Boys,
The Moleskins,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Womack,
Bang On A Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharoah Sanders,
EPMD,
Letta Mbulu,
Arab on Radar,
Infiniti,
Popol Vuh,
Minny Pops,
the Germs,
Joensuu 1685,
Hashim,
The Count Five,
MDC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra,
Franke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Association,
Royal Trux,
Gabor Szabo,
Von Mondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vainqueur,
Kerri Chandler,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.