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 Cyprus and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deadbeat to the jazz 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare,
Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slits,
Easy Going,
Outsiders,
Technova,
Altered Images,
FM Einheit,
Minnie Riperton,
Section 25,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eddi Front,
Barrington Levy,
Ponytail,
Little Man,
Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Association,
The Fortunes,
World's Most,
Public Enemy,
The Music Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Judy Mowatt,
Ten City,
The Associates,
Erykah Badu,
Rekid,
The Fall,
Deepchord,
DJ Style,
The Zeros,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barry Ungar,
PIL,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Simply Red,
Moebius,
Robert Görl,
Make Up,
Cluster,
Theoretical Girls,
Vainqueur,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fatback Band,
Loose Ends,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sixth Finger,
Sister Nancy,
Joyce Sims,
Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.