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 Tajikistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Letta Mbulu to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Section 25,
The Count Five,
Maurizio,
Althea and Donna,
Laurel Aitken,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Görl,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flipper,
Easy Going,
Silicon Teens,
the Normal,
Minny Pops,
Junior Murvin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joey Negro,
Alison Limerick,
Severed Heads,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Motorama,
Barry Ungar,
New Age Steppers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brass Construction,
Adolescents,
Make Up,
The Barracudas,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bronski Beat,
Bang On A Can,
The Last Poets,
Fluxion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Darondo,
Amazonics,
MDC,
Connie Case,
Soul II Soul,
Ten City,
DNA,
Neu!,
The Gories,
The Pretty Things,
Essential Logic,
Chrome,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Germs,
Wally Richardson,
Quadrant,
Nation of Ulysses,
Main Source,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Average White Band,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.