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 Philippines and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Ten City,
Al Stewart,
Thompson Twins,
EPMD,
Neu!,
Public Enemy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slits,
John Lydon,
Half Japanese,
Marine Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Motorama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Angels of Light,
Sister Nancy,
KRS-One,
Gong,
The Misunderstood,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Dead Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Alison Limerick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Finger,
Animal Collective,
Funky Four + One,
Eli Mardock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liliput,
The Names,
Interpol,
Lakeside,
Michelle Simonal,
Kaleidoscope,
Josef K,
Man Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Yusef Lateef,
Cymande,
Henry Cow,
Los Fastidios,
UT,
Qualms,
Bauhaus,
Accadde A,
Royal Trux,
Slave,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Little Man,
Agitation Free,
Parry Music,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doors,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fall,
Fatback Band,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.