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 Togo and from London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Althea and Donna to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Audionom,
The Grass Roots,
Fela Kuti,
Barrington Levy,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang of Four,
Stereo Dub,
June of 44,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DNA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Groovy Waters,
Mad Mike,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grauzone,
T.S.O.L.,
Tim Buckley,
Warsaw,
Quadrant,
Motorama,
The Birthday Party,
Brass Construction,
The Gun Club,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Terry,
Mission of Burma,
a-ha,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crime,
Donny Hathaway,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Organ,
Whodini,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Half Japanese,
Sister Nancy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pretty Things,
Pulsallama,
Gang Green,
Lakeside,
LL Cool J,
The Residents,
Alphaville,
Soulsonic Force,
Scan 7,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül II,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slackers,
Fad Gadget,
The Evens,
Mandrill,
Morten Harket,
Banda Bassotti,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.