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 Bangladesh and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Joe Smooth to the funk 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Zero Boys,
The Names,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Boz Scaggs,
Duran Duran,
Goldenarms,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Ice-T,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bauhaus,
Soul II Soul,
June of 44,
Fad Gadget,
Basic Channel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joy Division,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pole,
the Swans,
John Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Copeland,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Eddi Front,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dark Day,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anthony Braxton,
Section 25,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joey Negro,
Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
Lindisfarne,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls,
Alton Ellis,
The Evens,
Pere Ubu,
Joensuu 1685,
Clear Light,
Charles Mingus,
Pussy Galore,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.