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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Theoretical Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Last Poets,
Thee Headcoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sparks,
KRS-One,
Half Japanese,
Procol Harum,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy Collins,
Maleditus Sound,
Colin Newman,
Gang Starr,
Ken Boothe,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
R.M.O.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Moon,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slits,
Qualms,
Pussy Galore,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maurizio,
The Residents,
Deepchord,
Rotary Connection,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
F. McDonald,
Quando Quango,
Sight & Sound,
The Black Dice,
Kerri Chandler,
Delta 5,
Easy Going,
Boz Scaggs,
Aaron Thompson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eden Ahbez,
CMW,
Barclay James Harvest,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Harry Pussy,
Tim Buckley,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.