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 Spain and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Last Poets to the jazz 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed,
X-102,
Skriet,
James White and The Blacks,
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pere Ubu,
E-Dancer,
Bill Wells,
John Foxx,
Piero Umiliani,
Thompson Twins,
Cybotron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Camouflage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Starr,
DJ Style,
Juan Atkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Star Department,
EPMD,
Anthony Braxton,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris Corsano,
The Misunderstood,
Echospace,
Drexciya,
Erasure,
Smog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hasil Adkins,
Blancmange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Freddie Wadling,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monochrome Set,
Mars,
Rod Modell,
Lindisfarne,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Terry,
UT,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.