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 Solomon Islands and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Stockholm Monsters to the electroclash 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Donny Hathaway,
Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
The Music Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
cv313,
Max Romeo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Howard Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacques Brel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lindisfarne,
Bad Manners,
Cheater Slicks,
Theoretical Girls,
Skarface,
The Golliwogs,
Magazine,
Todd Terry,
Henry Cow,
Black Pus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Victims,
Rod Modell,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Lydon,
Moby Grape,
Boredoms,
The Motions,
Talk Talk,
Marcia Griffiths,
10cc,
Sound Behaviour,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moleskins,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Clarke,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
Jawbox,
Ponytail,
Suburban Knight,
Mark Hollis,
The Stooges,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Sheep,
Trumans Water,
Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.