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 Cyprus and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ronnie Foster to the grime 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Marmalade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Depeche Mode,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Adolescents,
Talk Talk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flash Fearless,
Sex Pistols,
Faust,
Eddi Front,
Thompson Twins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Arab on Radar,
PIL,
Piero Umiliani,
Eden Ahbez,
Cluster,
Matthew Halsall,
Model 500,
The Five Americans,
Davy DMX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kaleidoscope,
Leonard Cohen,
Cecil Taylor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
Second Layer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siglo XX,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q and Not U,
The Cowsills,
The Modern Lovers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Babytalk,
Urselle,
The Fuzztones,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rekid,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Trumans Water,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.