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 Marshall Islands and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Bauhaus to the rap 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Harry Pussy,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Drexciya,
Sonic Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
David Axelrod,
The Smiths,
DNA,
The Dead C,
Moby Grape,
JFA,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slits,
a-ha,
Fatback Band,
John Holt,
Danielle Patucci,
Q and Not U,
Mr. Review,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Young Rascals,
Pet Shop Boys,
Average White Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rosa Yemen,
The Zeros,
Sex Pistols,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Henry Cow,
Outsiders,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
This Heat,
Fela Kuti,
Guru Guru,
Little Man,
The Dirtbombs,
Procol Harum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lyres,
48th St. Collective,
Essential Logic,
Shoche,
Faraquet,
Marvin Gaye,
Dual Sessions,
Minutemen,
The Moody Blues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
X-Ray Spex,
Groovy Waters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wings,
Pantytec,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.