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 Kosovo and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
the Soft Cell,
cv313,
Radiohead,
Joey Negro,
Boredoms,
Quantec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shoche,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nas,
Panda Bear,
Royal Trux,
John Foxx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Minnie Riperton,
The Evens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Con Funk Shun,
Sparks,
Amon Düül,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Count Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Model 500,
Faust,
Ultimate Spinach,
New York Dolls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Derrick Morgan,
Kenny Larkin,
Rekid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Green,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Von Mondo,
The Dead C,
Howard Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bad Manners,
Roxy Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lungfish,
The Golliwogs,
Alison Limerick,
Average White Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Aswad,
The Last Poets,
Pantaleimon,
Nirvana,
Yaz,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.