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 St Lucia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Nik Kershaw to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Slave,
Marmalade,
Juan Atkins,
Wings,
Max Romeo,
Jacob Miller,
DNA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delon & Dalcan,
MDC,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Star Department,
Pere Ubu,
Smog,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Altered Images,
Tom Boy,
Marine Girls,
The Gladiators,
Sandy B,
The Zeros,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pagans,
Y Pants,
Guru Guru,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dead Boys,
John Foxx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ponytail,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang of Four,
The Last Poets,
Skaos,
Harry Pussy,
Man Parrish,
Rakim,
Adolescents,
The Divine Comedy,
Metal Thangz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Lydon,
Stetsasonic,
The Selecter,
Judy Mowatt,
CMW,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.