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 Sudan and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Marmalade to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
New Order,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eve St. Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magazine,
Stockholm Monsters,
R.M.O.,
Jacques Brel,
The Mummies,
a-ha,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick Morgan,
Eddi Front,
Public Enemy,
The Residents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Charles Mingus,
Josef K,
Lindisfarne,
The Victims,
Second Layer,
Stetsasonic,
Tom Boy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sister Nancy,
Icehouse,
Eurythmics,
The Zeros,
Flash Fearless,
Buzzcocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sixth Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Girls At Our Best!,
David McCallum,
Jandek,
Faust,
Toni Rubio,
The Gun Club,
Aswad,
F. McDonald,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Bourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faraquet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fortunes,
D'Angelo,
Bush Tetras,
Y Pants,
The Vogues,
Negative Approach,
The Toasters,
Terry Callier,
Rekid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donald Byrd,
Ronan,
Derrick May,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.