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 Belize 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bill Wells to the dance 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper 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?
Terry Callier,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Dolphy,
The Residents,
Visage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantaleimon,
KRS-One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Quando Quango,
Soul Sonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monochrome Set,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tubeway Army,
the Swans,
Slick Rick,
Groovy Waters,
Godley & Creme,
Khruangbin,
Severed Heads,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Womack,
The Skatalites,
Brass Construction,
David Bowie,
The Velvet Underground,
Blancmange,
OOIOO,
Ice-T,
L. Decosne,
Ituana,
Altered Images,
Soul II Soul,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slackers,
Dead Boys,
Man Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oblivians,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
CMW,
Roxette,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.