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 Luxembourg and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Happenings to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Bush Tetras,
Rotary Connection,
Anthony Braxton,
Davy DMX,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Don Cherry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hot Snakes,
Brand Nubian,
Public Enemy,
Aswad,
Bad Manners,
Henry Cow,
Kurtis Blow,
Livin' Joy,
Rapeman,
June of 44,
Scrapy,
Minor Threat,
Fad Gadget,
Little Man,
K-Klass,
Technova,
Fluxion,
Grauzone,
Pere Ubu,
EPMD,
Harmonia,
Siglo XX,
Lyres,
Spoonie Gee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Almond,
John Lydon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moebius,
Faraquet,
The Real Kids,
Magazine,
Matthew Bourne,
The Young Rascals,
Half Japanese,
ABBA,
Skarface,
Barrington Levy,
Minutemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q65,
ABC,
Joey Negro,
The Smiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Niagra,
The Music Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.