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 St Lucia and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Big Daddy Kane to the jazz 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sandy B,
Max Romeo,
Anakelly,
Dark Day,
Soul II Soul,
Theoretical Girls,
Carl Craig,
Joe Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gabor Szabo,
Qualms,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed,
Silicon Teens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Sneak,
The Skatalites,
Crash Course in Science,
Joyce Sims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suburban Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Camberwell Now,
The J.B.'s,
Make Up,
Schoolly D,
Warren Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Ken Boothe,
The Selecter,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultravox,
Skaos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Mandrill,
Fela Kuti,
Bauhaus,
China Crisis,
The Birthday Party,
Laurel Aitken,
Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Simply Red,
Khruangbin,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Order,
Agent Orange,
Ludus,
Wasted Youth,
Guru Guru,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yazoo,
The Mojo Men,
Lower 48,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.