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 Liberia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Sneak to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultravox,
The Moleskins,
The Residents,
Byron Stingily,
Mary Jane Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eddi Front,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aswad,
Ken Boothe,
The Grass Roots,
Davy DMX,
Barrington Levy,
Half Japanese,
Los Fastidios,
Morten Harket,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed,
Joe Finger,
The Doors,
Thompson Twins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tears for Fears,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Marine Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faraquet,
Roger Hodgson,
Spandau Ballet,
Youth Brigade,
Donny Hathaway,
China Crisis,
The Offenders,
Blake Baxter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vladislav Delay,
the Human League,
The Kinks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Flag,
Minnie Riperton,
Loose Ends,
the Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.