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 Panama and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nile Rodgers 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 China Crisis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Count Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bronski Beat,
10cc,
Donny Hathaway,
Tubeway Army,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cameo,
China Crisis,
Nick Fraelich,
Barclay James Harvest,
Buzzcocks,
Byron Stingily,
Urselle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chrome,
Traffic Nightmare,
PIL,
Bill Near,
Gang Starr,
Negative Approach,
The Buckinghams,
The Stooges,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aloha Tigers,
Young Marble Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slick Rick,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Halsall,
Sugar Minott,
Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Sam Rivers,
Nils Olav,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cybotron,
Bobby Sherman,
Fluxion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jandek,
Sex Pistols,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Althea and Donna,
Tres Demented,
Ossler,
Gang Green,
Ituana,
Blossom Toes,
The Grass Roots,
Donald Byrd,
the Human League,
Country Teasers,
Tom Boy,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.