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 South Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Pop Group to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Visage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Inner City,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deepchord,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Germs,
The Vogues,
Swell Maps,
Harry Pussy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mantronix,
John Cale,
Marmalade,
Piero Umiliani,
Fat Boys,
Marine Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Birthday Party,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rakim,
Guru Guru,
Ken Boothe,
A Certain Ratio,
Prince Buster,
Magma,
Smog,
Cecil Taylor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Severed Heads,
Deakin,
Average White Band,
The Fall,
Minny Pops,
Bluetip,
Minutemen,
R.M.O.,
U.S. Maple,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liliput,
Howard Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
PIL,
Drexciya,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultravox,
Nas,
The New Christs,
Depeche Mode,
Surgeon,
Hot Snakes,
Minor Threat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.