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 Norway and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 A Certain Ratio to the grime 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Lightning Bolt,
PIL,
Funky Four + One,
The Pretty Things,
Sonny Sharrock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
The Victims,
Whodini,
Severed Heads,
Intrusion,
R.M.O.,
John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Gang Gang Dance,
Darondo,
June of 44,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Make Up,
Nick Fraelich,
Second Layer,
Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Yusef Lateef,
Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacob Miller,
Byron Stingily,
UT,
The Fortunes,
Livin' Joy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Half Japanese,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agent Orange,
Model 500,
The Dead C,
Outsiders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chrome,
Masters at Work,
MDC,
Lou Christie,
Fluxion,
Kas Product,
Aloha Tigers,
FM Einheit,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barrington Levy,
EPMD,
Aural Exciters,
Motorama,
One Last Wish,
Eli Mardock,
The Black Dice,
Vladislav Delay,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.