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 Zambia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the punk 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Brand Nubian,
Quadrant,
Gong,
Al Stewart,
Eli Mardock,
Altered Images,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dave Gahan,
Juan Atkins,
Peter and Kerry,
UT,
Parry Music,
Camouflage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
8 Eyed Spy,
cv313,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Parrish,
The Busters,
Marcia Griffiths,
In Retrospect,
Ten City,
Sixth Finger,
Wings,
Eve St. Jones,
Blossom Toes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Au Pairs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nico,
Joe Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
The Associates,
Mr. Review,
Camberwell Now,
The Offenders,
Flipper,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dead Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Cybotron,
The Tremeloes,
Kas Product,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
The Angels of Light,
Davy DMX,
The Barracudas,
Clear Light,
The Birthday Party,
Crime,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yazoo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young,
Absolute Body Control,
Albert Ayler,
the Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Model 500,
Robert Hood,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.