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 Denmark and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Nils Olav to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
One Last Wish,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moleskins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monks,
The Last Poets,
Blancmange,
Althea and Donna,
John Lydon,
The Blues Magoos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pussy Galore,
The Cramps,
The Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Main Source,
The Fugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sandy B,
Faraquet,
The Evens,
Slave,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lightning Bolt,
The Motions,
Q65,
Groovy Waters,
Pole,
Sight & Sound,
Qualms,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eve St. Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul II Soul,
The Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Minny Pops,
Sex Pistols,
New Order,
Toni Rubio,
New York Dolls,
B.T. Express,
The Gories,
Supertramp,
Darondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacques Brel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moby Grape,
Aloha Tigers,
Crime,
Interpol,
Hardrive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alison Limerick,
Howard Jones,
Man Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.