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 Israel and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 the Human League to the punk 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Godley & Creme,
Nico,
Motorama,
Lungfish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camouflage,
Nas,
The Standells,
Moebius,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fugs,
Stereo Dub,
Skriet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Fugazi,
Sugar Minott,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Prince Buster,
The Real Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Severed Heads,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Remains,
Duran Duran,
John Foxx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radio Birdman,
Urselle,
Blake Baxter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Accadde A,
Gong,
Sun Ra,
The Slits,
Half Japanese,
MDC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Joey Negro,
The Black Dice,
Von Mondo,
Grauzone,
EPMD,
Soulsonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Vogues,
The Last Poets,
Jerry's Kids,
Organ,
Terry Callier,
Porter Ricks,
Marmalade,
Marine Girls,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.