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 Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Johnny Clarke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Trumans Water,
The American Breed,
Q65,
Lyres,
Junior Murvin,
Radio Birdman,
Zapp,
Kurtis Blow,
Pulsallama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Names,
Rapeman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flipper,
Man Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deepchord,
Accadde A,
Ohio Players,
Jawbox,
The Golliwogs,
John Foxx,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronnie Foster,
Brick,
Henry Cow,
Ken Boothe,
The Black Dice,
Minor Threat,
New York Dolls,
Moss Icon,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Neon Judgement,
Altered Images,
EPMD,
Slick Rick,
June of 44,
Niagra,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tears for Fears,
Black Pus,
Althea and Donna,
The Cowsills,
Dual Sessions,
The Raincoats,
Intrusion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lower 48,
The Skatalites,
The Monochrome Set,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monks,
Anakelly,
the Swans,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.