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 Nigeria and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultra Naté to the grunge 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Dawn Penn,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Los Fastidios,
Eli Mardock,
10cc,
Eurythmics,
The Modern Lovers,
Depeche Mode,
Gregory Isaacs,
Don Cherry,
Gang Starr,
Arab on Radar,
Massinfluence,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heaven 17,
Livin' Joy,
Boredoms,
Buzzcocks,
Pole,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smoke,
David Bowie,
Severed Heads,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Raincoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Ponytail,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gap Band,
Bluetip,
Reuben Wilson,
Trumans Water,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Wells,
The Smiths,
Donald Byrd,
Main Source,
Jawbox,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Womack,
Sun City Girls,
Max Romeo,
The J.B.'s,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lower 48,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gladiators,
Marmalade,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.