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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barrington Levy to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
D'Angelo,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül II,
Gong,
Bush Tetras,
The Barracudas,
Supertramp,
Robert Hood,
Amazonics,
Sam Rivers,
H. Thieme,
The Misunderstood,
UT,
The Young Rascals,
The Toasters,
Adolescents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed,
New Order,
Easy Going,
The Saints,
The Black Dice,
Erasure,
John Holt,
Nils Olav,
Dorothy Ashby,
Patti Smith,
Negative Approach,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Infiniti,
The Star Department,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minor Threat,
Yazoo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Wyatt,
Model 500,
The Mummies,
Slave,
T.S.O.L.,
Television Personalities,
Cluster,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris & Cosey,
The Buckinghams,
Newcleus,
David Axelrod,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cheater Slicks,
Grauzone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.