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 Sri Lanka and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Nick Fraelich 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Television,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Smooth,
The Slits,
Scion,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Wyatt,
Infiniti,
Guru Guru,
The New Christs,
Rod Modell,
Cecil Taylor,
Dennis Brown,
Boredoms,
Maurizio,
Alton Ellis,
Simply Red,
Ten City,
Alice Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Jacques Brel,
Tomorrow,
CMW,
The Trojans,
Eddi Front,
Wire,
The Moody Blues,
The Beau Brummels,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
Yusef Lateef,
Crash Course in Science,
The Names,
Symarip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alphaville,
Y Pants,
Juan Atkins,
Black Bananas,
Q and Not U,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Style,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Thee Headcoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Depeche Mode,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Teasers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moss Icon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Swans,
Skaos,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.