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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Schoolly D to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Junior Murvin,
The Gories,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suicide,
Eric Copeland,
Desert Stars,
ABBA,
Boz Scaggs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hardrive,
Can,
Joey Negro,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
kango's stein massive,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick Morgan,
The Standells,
The Doors,
Los Fastidios,
Henry Cow,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Swans,
Jandek,
The Raincoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Dolphy,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick May,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
the Normal,
Darondo,
Procol Harum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Model 500,
Altered Images,
the Bar-Kays,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Byrd,
FM Einheit,
Surgeon,
Reagan Youth,
Rapeman,
X-101,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oneida,
Graham Central Station,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.