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 Liberia and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Maleditus Sound to the disco 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Skaos,
Alice Coltrane,
Oneida,
Chris & Cosey,
Cymande,
Bill Near,
the Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Porter Ricks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crooked Eye,
The Martian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bluetip,
Al Stewart,
X-102,
Toni Rubio,
The Remains,
The Count Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alton Ellis,
Half Japanese,
UT,
Piero Umiliani,
Marmalade,
The Raincoats,
Chrome,
the Normal,
Desert Stars,
Slave,
The Moody Blues,
Boredoms,
The Dead C,
Radiopuhelimet,
Easy Going,
Fugazi,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mojo Men,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vladislav Delay,
John Lydon,
Kurtis Blow,
Alphaville,
JFA,
Massinfluence,
Howard Jones,
Barrington Levy,
The Zeros,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Neu!,
Bobby Womack,
The Divine Comedy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.