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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 New Christs to the rap 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agitation Free,
Easy Going,
Fluxion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Associates,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masters at Work,
Darondo,
Davy DMX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Letta Mbulu,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythm & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
X-Ray Spex,
Delta 5,
Johnny Clarke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Black Dice,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cowsills,
Iggy Pop,
Mars,
Sparks,
Fugazi,
The Knickerbockers,
the Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Niagra,
Eve St. Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rakim,
The Slackers,
The Evens,
Brothers Johnson,
The Zeros,
Robert Görl,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oblivians,
Man Eating Sloth,
Au Pairs,
Lou Christie,
Nirvana,
Duran Duran,
Black Pus,
The Young Rascals,
UT,
Franke,
Judy Mowatt,
Suicide,
Derrick Morgan,
Hasil Adkins,
Television,
Sugar Minott,
X-101,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.