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 Laos and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum 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 A Certain Ratio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Yellowson,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Music Machine,
Mark Hollis,
CMW,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cowsills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Eating Sloth,
The J.B.'s,
Ohio Players,
Dead Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Ronan,
Delon & Dalcan,
In Retrospect,
the Normal,
EPMD,
D'Angelo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moleskins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arcadia,
Carl Craig,
Nils Olav,
Bang On A Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
F. McDonald,
John Lydon,
B.T. Express,
Robert Wyatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Eurythmics,
Clear Light,
Joyce Sims,
The Wake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kas Product,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Teasers,
Pantytec,
Zero Boys,
Infiniti,
Section 25,
Nation of Ulysses,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scan 7,
Smog,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barrington Levy,
Davy DMX,
Scientists,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.