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 Yemen and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 The Moody Blues to the rap 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Spoonie Gee,
Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Das Ding,
The Last Poets,
Parry Music,
Simply Red,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nik Kershaw,
Kayak,
Peter & Gordon,
EPMD,
Thee Headcoats,
Accadde A,
Matthew Halsall,
Maleditus Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Kerri Chandler,
a-ha,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fortunes,
Mad Mike,
Gregory Isaacs,
Toni Rubio,
MDC,
Radiohead,
Funkadelic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Iggy Pop,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dead C,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joensuu 1685,
Graham Central Station,
Newcleus,
The Mojo Men,
D'Angelo,
Minnie Riperton,
Los Fastidios,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Hot Snakes,
The Birthday Party,
The Stooges,
Unrelated Segments,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mummies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.