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 Eritrea and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Flash Fearless to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Inner City,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
Tears for Fears,
Minutemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Yazoo,
Joensuu 1685,
Negative Approach,
Dead Boys,
Goldenarms,
Pantytec,
Public Enemy,
Skriet,
Robert Hood,
Duran Duran,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Piero Umiliani,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Names,
The Martian,
Marvin Gaye,
Cybotron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monochrome Set,
Severed Heads,
Angry Samoans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Banda Bassotti,
Saccharine Trust,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Qualms,
Heaven 17,
Grey Daturas,
The Happenings,
Derrick Morgan,
Joyce Sims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
OOIOO,
Cymande,
Bush Tetras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare,
LL Cool J,
The Searchers,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
The Misunderstood,
Junior Murvin,
Man Parrish,
ABC,
Sarah Menescal,
X-101,
Outsiders,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.