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 Burundi and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Style,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantaleimon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joy Division,
Wings,
The Cramps,
Sight & Sound,
Darondo,
Tom Boy,
Hashim,
Kaleidoscope,
Bluetip,
Fatback Band,
The Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Joey Negro,
Davy DMX,
Rapeman,
Gang of Four,
Lower 48,
La Düsseldorf,
Sister Nancy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Ossler,
Neu!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blossom Toes,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
a-ha,
The Victims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lakeside,
Lou Christie,
The Grass Roots,
Von Mondo,
Pagans,
David McCallum,
Visage,
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Judy Mowatt,
Pere Ubu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aloha Tigers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suicide,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Wells,
Bob Dylan,
Black Flag,
Y Pants,
MC5,
Amon Düül II,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.