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 South Africa and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-102,
UT,
Panda Bear,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Starr,
H. Thieme,
Saccharine Trust,
Jandek,
Ultravox,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Names,
Darondo,
Tim Buckley,
Gichy Dan,
Buzzcocks,
The Evens,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chrome,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Flipper,
Minny Pops,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cheater Slicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Monolake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DNA,
The Sound,
Ice-T,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
R.M.O.,
L. Decosne,
Ituana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ludus,
The Monochrome Set,
Symarip,
The Gladiators,
June Days,
Babytalk,
The Last Poets,
Schoolly D,
Bluetip,
Porter Ricks,
Metal Thangz,
Graham Central Station,
Country Teasers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barbara Tucker,
D'Angelo,
James White and The Blacks,
Piero Umiliani,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.