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 Belize and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Prince Buster to the dance 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camberwell Now,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
Jerry's Kids,
Patti Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rod Modell,
Pantytec,
the Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Black Pus,
PIL,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Groovy Waters,
The Happenings,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doobie Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Adolescents,
Eurythmics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stereo Dub,
The Fugs,
The Music Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Intrusion,
Marvin Gaye,
Qualms,
Crash Course in Science,
The Standells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cecil Taylor,
Yellowson,
Pole,
the Association,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Teasers,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Black Dice,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Carl Craig,
Porter Ricks,
Main Source,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cymande,
Aswad,
Sister Nancy,
Warsaw,
Dave Gahan,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.