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 Dominican Republic and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jacob Miller to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gong,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
China Crisis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hasil Adkins,
Fatback Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sound,
Zero Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Cale,
the Normal,
T.S.O.L.,
Flipper,
Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Almond,
Essential Logic,
Saccharine Trust,
Wire,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Standells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dark Day,
Cal Tjader,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Invisible,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Echospace,
the Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Clear Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Metal Thangz,
New York Dolls,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash,
The American Breed,
The Fuzztones,
Danielle Patucci,
Throbbing Gristle,
Groovy Waters,
Vladislav Delay,
Oblivians,
The Young Rascals,
Pere Ubu,
Livin' Joy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.