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 the UAE and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fall to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sound,
Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
H. Thieme,
Moebius,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rod Modell,
Sound Behaviour,
Thee Headcoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
CMW,
Liliput,
X-101,
Quando Quango,
The New Christs,
Yaz,
The Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
China Crisis,
LL Cool J,
Main Source,
Stiv Bators,
Fatback Band,
Brick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camouflage,
Bush Tetras,
EPMD,
The Count Five,
World's Most,
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James White and The Blacks,
Alison Limerick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Style,
Pagans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
Camberwell Now,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Five Americans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crash Course in Science,
The Beau Brummels,
Los Fastidios,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pop Group,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Lydon,
Junior Murvin,
Kayak,
Jerry's Kids,
Ludus,
Bob Dylan,
Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Kinks,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.