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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Josef K to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Drexciya,
Nas,
Smog,
Joe Finger,
Nils Olav,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Q and Not U,
China Crisis,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yazoo,
Nick Fraelich,
Charles Mingus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Organ,
World's Most,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Black Dice,
Fad Gadget,
The Blues Magoos,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doors,
The Gap Band,
Bluetip,
The Last Poets,
Bad Manners,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Rundgren,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sonics,
The Slackers,
Intrusion,
Derrick Morgan,
The Tremeloes,
Shuggie Otis,
Jandek,
Scion,
Sarah Menescal,
Lucky Dragons,
Liliput,
Schoolly D,
The Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Main Source,
Andrew Hill,
CMW,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Junior Murvin,
John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Brand Nubian,
Vainqueur,
PIL,
Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.