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 Luxembourg and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 K-Klass to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Index,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Gang Dance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Alison Limerick,
David Bowie,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monks,
Bauhaus,
Fela Kuti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blancmange,
Piero Umiliani,
Amazonics,
Audionom,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jawbox,
Pierre Henry,
Radio Birdman,
Reuben Wilson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Sheep,
The Last Poets,
The Young Rascals,
Agitation Free,
Von Mondo,
The Grass Roots,
The Associates,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Isaac Hayes,
Parry Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Toni Rubio,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Hood,
Leonard Cohen,
Laurel Aitken,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Dolphy,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Cabaret Voltaire,
H. Thieme,
Oblivians,
Lou Christie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.