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 Tanzania and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Dorothy Ashby to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Parry Music,
Bronski Beat,
Josef K,
Harmonia,
Sight & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Grass Roots,
Crime,
Arcadia,
Connie Case,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
The Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
The Trojans,
Wasted Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Zeros,
Accadde A,
Grauzone,
The Index,
Alton Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suicide,
Magma,
Barry Ungar,
Monks,
Erasure,
Los Fastidios,
ABC,
Fear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bauhaus,
Godley & Creme,
Grey Daturas,
Vladislav Delay,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moby Grape,
Fela Kuti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T. Rex,
Donald Byrd,
Don Cherry,
June of 44,
The Kinks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swell Maps,
Pantytec,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
World's Most,
PIL,
The Five Americans,
Icehouse,
a-ha,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.