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 Sierra Leone and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Soft Cell to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smoke,
New York Dolls,
The Last Poets,
Dorothy Ashby,
Leonard Cohen,
Deadbeat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Sandy B,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Motorama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare,
Crash Course in Science,
The Happenings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Copeland,
Stetsasonic,
Boredoms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zapp,
Stereo Dub,
Siglo XX,
Radiopuhelimet,
Goldenarms,
Ice-T,
Soft Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
The Sound,
Delta 5,
Anakelly,
The Fortunes,
Albert Ayler,
Fat Boys,
Cluster,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
John Foxx,
Silicon Teens,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skriet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moss Icon,
The Moleskins,
Darondo,
The Tremeloes,
Kas Product,
The Toasters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.