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 Kosovo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Angry Samoans to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crash Course in Science,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Foxx,
Max Romeo,
David Axelrod,
EPMD,
D'Angelo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Japan,
Ohio Players,
Ten City,
Camouflage,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cal Tjader,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minny Pops,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxette,
Peter and Kerry,
The Misunderstood,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dirtbombs,
Freddie Wadling,
Can,
La Düsseldorf,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pere Ubu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Trumans Water,
Graham Central Station,
the Normal,
In Retrospect,
Underground Resistance,
JFA,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronnie Foster,
Angry Samoans,
The New Christs,
Reuben Wilson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fall,
The Sound,
Severed Heads,
The Music Machine,
Bluetip,
Delta 5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cowsills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.