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 Cape Verde and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Bootsy Collins to the electroclash 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Young Marble Giants,
Ludus,
Bill Wells,
Dead Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Almond,
The Skatalites,
The Stooges,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Subhumans,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Organ,
The Young Rascals,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funkadelic,
These Immortal Souls,
Rosa Yemen,
The Invisible,
Arcadia,
Technova,
Judy Mowatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slick Rick,
Massinfluence,
Todd Terry,
Gang Starr,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Duran Duran,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Clarke,
Idris Muhammad,
MC5,
The New Christs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lower 48,
Camouflage,
Con Funk Shun,
Oblivians,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Offenders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kenny Larkin,
Mad Mike,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The American Breed,
Albert Ayler,
Nik Kershaw,
Intrusion,
Khruangbin,
R.M.O.,
Suicide,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.