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 Sweden and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Alarm Clocks to the rap 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Blues Magoos,
The Tremeloes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mantronix,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed,
Susan Cadogan,
Heaven 17,
Mark Hollis,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Bourne,
The Happenings,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fall,
Peter & Gordon,
The Standells,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Birthday Party,
Althea and Donna,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Order,
Pantytec,
the Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Barracudas,
Crash Course in Science,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Hill,
One Last Wish,
Albert Ayler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warren Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Skaos,
DNA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Brick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
K-Klass,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smiths,
Sex Pistols,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cure,
The Busters,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alphaville,
Tom Boy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sister Nancy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cowsills,
Lakeside,
Sparks,
Nation of Ulysses,
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.