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 Uzbekistan and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Last Poets to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
The Cowsills,
Lalann,
Sam Rivers,
Sun City Girls,
Khruangbin,
Maleditus Sound,
Little Man,
Scion,
Neu!,
Q65,
The Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Al Stewart,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Franke,
The Residents,
Jeff Lynne,
Aswad,
The Gladiators,
Colin Newman,
Peter and Kerry,
Quantec,
Fear,
Television,
Terrestrial Tones,
PIL,
Brick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marvin Gaye,
The Trojans,
Dawn Penn,
The Buckinghams,
Parry Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pylon,
The Grass Roots,
Mr. Review,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
One Last Wish,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Mills,
Slave,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
Faust,
Public Enemy,
Malaria!,
The Names,
the Association,
The Techniques,
Zapp,
Ronnie Foster,
Aaron Thompson,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.