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 Madrid.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Quantec to the jazz 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Peter and Kerry,
Soulsonic Force,
The New Christs,
Susan Cadogan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television Personalities,
John Holt,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed,
Brand Nubian,
Lyres,
Matthew Halsall,
Sex Pistols,
the Slits,
Buzzcocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
JFA,
Q and Not U,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wally Richardson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smoke,
Adolescents,
The Leaves,
Camouflage,
MC5,
The Last Poets,
Ultra Naté,
a-ha,
Nik Kershaw,
The Golliwogs,
The Gladiators,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare,
DJ Style,
Connie Case,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Womack,
The Cure,
Dual Sessions,
Black Bananas,
Talk Talk,
Monks,
Marine Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Rosa Yemen,
Vainqueur,
The Skatalites,
The Selecter,
A Certain Ratio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Happenings,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül,
Ohio Players,
Ultravox,
Josef K,
The Saints,
Slave,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.