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 Somalia and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grunge 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Bourne,
DNA,
kango's stein massive,
The Standells,
Hardrive,
Mantronix,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Starr,
Idris Muhammad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soulsonic Force,
Supertramp,
Marine Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
T. Rex,
Aaron Thompson,
Thee Headcoats,
The Offenders,
The Fall,
Brand Nubian,
The Misunderstood,
Bluetip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slave,
Fat Boys,
Echospace,
Fugazi,
Carl Craig,
Saccharine Trust,
Youth Brigade,
The J.B.'s,
Judy Mowatt,
Max Romeo,
The Names,
cv313,
Metal Thangz,
Dawn Penn,
Basic Channel,
Rotary Connection,
Eddi Front,
Y Pants,
The Star Department,
FM Einheit,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Five Americans,
R.M.O.,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacques Brel,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ornette Coleman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funkadelic,
Leonard Cohen,
Talk Talk,
Camberwell Now,
Ponytail,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.