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 Poland and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rock 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Pantytec,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Derrick Morgan,
Stiv Bators,
Rakim,
Second Layer,
Eric Dolphy,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Green,
The Last Poets,
Eli Mardock,
This Heat,
The Remains,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonic Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mars,
The American Breed,
The Cowsills,
Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Organ,
The Raincoats,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Sherman,
Letta Mbulu,
Alice Coltrane,
Technova,
Lalann,
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Trumans Water,
Ken Boothe,
Patti Smith,
The Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Leaves,
Flamin' Groovies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABBA,
James White and The Blacks,
Grey Daturas,
Joey Negro,
The Kinks,
Terry Callier,
Moby Grape,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television,
Drexciya,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
The Fall,
The Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.