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 Yemen and from Johannesburg.
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 Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Mojo Men 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Divine Comedy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Essential Logic,
Flash Fearless,
The Happenings,
Yellowson,
Suburban Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Isaac Hayes,
Slick Rick,
KRS-One,
Fela Kuti,
Cluster,
Sixth Finger,
Ronan,
Albert Ayler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Josef K,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacques Brel,
MDC,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Wake,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Franke,
Quantec,
David McCallum,
Marmalade,
Sam Rivers,
Yaz,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gories,
Das Ding,
Silicon Teens,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül II,
The Litter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Freddie Wadling,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gap Band,
Au Pairs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skriet,
Eric Copeland,
Agent Orange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Niagra,
LL Cool J,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerri Chandler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.