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 Kuwait and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slick Rick to the funk 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Newcleus,
Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skarface,
Bronski Beat,
New Order,
Rhythm & Sound,
Model 500,
Howard Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Age Steppers,
Joy Division,
This Heat,
Eden Ahbez,
Quantec,
Sound Behaviour,
Eurythmics,
Patti Smith,
Ituana,
Average White Band,
Brick,
Theoretical Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Essential Logic,
Suicide,
The Walker Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Five Americans,
The Real Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Infiniti,
Lungfish,
Gang Green,
Pantaleimon,
Skriet,
Cheater Slicks,
Magazine,
Kenny Larkin,
The Young Rascals,
Camouflage,
Loose Ends,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul II Soul,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Audionom,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brass Construction,
The Martian,
MC5,
Gang of Four,
Grauzone,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.