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 Delhi.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Raincoats,
Lyres,
The Litter,
Cluster,
Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Soft Machine,
Main Source,
John Foxx,
Icehouse,
Ken Boothe,
This Heat,
Don Cherry,
Althea and Donna,
Letta Mbulu,
Silicon Teens,
Groovy Waters,
Dennis Brown,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Sheep,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rekid,
The Kinks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moleskins,
Kas Product,
Urselle,
Malaria!,
Niagra,
One Last Wish,
Rapeman,
The Moody Blues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
The Angels of Light,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Hood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wings,
Bootsy Collins,
Nas,
Ultravox,
Gang of Four,
Minor Threat,
The Leaves,
The J.B.'s,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crash Course in Science,
Erykah Badu,
Rotary Connection,
Mission of Burma,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.