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 Malawi and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Skaos to the grunge 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funky Four + One,
Sun City Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sällskapet,
Pagans,
Pere Ubu,
Deepchord,
Infiniti,
Q and Not U,
John Lydon,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Hood,
Thompson Twins,
Nico,
The Happenings,
Donald Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rakim,
Erasure,
Jeff Mills,
Ice-T,
Zapp,
Goldenarms,
Rekid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tim Buckley,
Yusef Lateef,
Letta Mbulu,
Basic Channel,
ABC,
Isaac Hayes,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang of Four,
Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
The Neon Judgement,
Laurel Aitken,
Faraquet,
The Litter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Womack,
Terrestrial Tones,
Supertramp,
Arcadia,
The Martian,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Procol Harum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Tres Demented,
X-101,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.