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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Crash Course in Science to the rap 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
the Swans,
Stetsasonic,
The United States of America,
Tommy Roe,
The Slackers,
In Retrospect,
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dark Day,
The Smiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
U.S. Maple,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Near,
The Cure,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nik Kershaw,
Theoretical Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cluster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T. Rex,
Blossom Toes,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Josef K,
Faraquet,
Sight & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lightning Bolt,
Scion,
Barbara Tucker,
Letta Mbulu,
Sound Behaviour,
Tubeway Army,
MDC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
World's Most,
Absolute Body Control,
The Detroit Cobras,
Section 25,
Parry Music,
Urselle,
Robert Wyatt,
Crime,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Hood,
Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Youth Brigade,
Skarface,
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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.