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 Madagascar 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dave Gahan to the disco 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Oblivians,
B.T. Express,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jawbox,
The Gladiators,
The Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Byron Stingily,
E-Dancer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Royal Trux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wings,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Wyatt,
The Durutti Column,
Swell Maps,
Arab on Radar,
Porter Ricks,
Pylon,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Cameo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rekid,
Bobby Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxy Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABC,
Jandek,
Bill Near,
Godley & Creme,
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Fad Gadget,
Lyres,
KRS-One,
Scientists,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang of Four,
Ituana,
Blancmange,
Susan Cadogan,
Barry Ungar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker,
The Leaves,
Trumans Water,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moby Grape,
Sonic Youth,
Pantytec,
Joensuu 1685,
Flash Fearless,
Sex Pistols,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.