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 Honduras and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Robert Palmer 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 Japan to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Five Americans,
Magazine,
Alice Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris & Cosey,
Pere Ubu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Bourne,
Sugar Minott,
B.T. Express,
Moebius,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tommy Roe,
Gang of Four,
Donald Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Stooges,
The Skatalites,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Buckinghams,
Massinfluence,
Intrusion,
Don Cherry,
The Evens,
Davy DMX,
Suicide,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
The Selecter,
Max Romeo,
R.M.O.,
The Smiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Section 25,
the Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Pulsallama,
Mr. Review,
Panda Bear,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Order,
The Names,
Saccharine Trust,
Animal Collective,
The Star Department,
L. Decosne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Wyatt,
Swell Maps,
Adolescents,
The Moleskins,
Desert Stars,
Masters at Work,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.