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 Iran and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Vladislav Delay to the electroclash 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gap Band,
World's Most,
Ponytail,
Duran Duran,
Kas Product,
Minnie Riperton,
Moebius,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blancmange,
The Beau Brummels,
Talk Talk,
Byron Stingily,
The Young Rascals,
Cameo,
Anthony Braxton,
Excepter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Carl Craig,
New Order,
The Names,
Grey Daturas,
Dennis Brown,
Fad Gadget,
Easy Going,
Erasure,
Eric Copeland,
Marmalade,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Selecter,
The Mojo Men,
Nas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fortunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wings,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sonics,
Skaos,
The Angels of Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Half Japanese,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Lightning Bolt,
Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
E-Dancer,
Simply Red,
OOIOO,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.