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 Afghanistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Sound Behaviour to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Vainqueur,
Altered Images,
Deadbeat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skriet,
Theoretical Girls,
Bauhaus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Severed Heads,
The Trojans,
Cecil Taylor,
The Associates,
Blake Baxter,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Finger,
Derrick May,
Intrusion,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gap Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Normal,
Gabor Szabo,
Liliput,
Interpol,
Minutemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T. Rex,
Siglo XX,
Mantronix,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cheater Slicks,
Donald Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Henry Cow,
Bill Wells,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Morten Harket,
Monolake,
Lindisfarne,
The Mojo Men,
Pantaleimon,
Deakin,
B.T. Express,
Graham Central Station,
Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Unwound,
Erasure,
The Golliwogs,
Chris Corsano,
The Knickerbockers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bluetip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aural Exciters,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.