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 Finland and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Agitation Free to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oneida,
Ponytail,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cameo,
Animal Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Juan Atkins,
Negative Approach,
Yaz,
CMW,
Carl Craig,
Pylon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James White and The Blacks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harmonia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pole,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sister Nancy,
Minny Pops,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arthur Verocai,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hashim,
The Searchers,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
The Names,
Youth Brigade,
Cymande,
The Smiths,
Unwound,
Bobby Sherman,
The Motions,
ABBA,
Lyres,
Soft Cell,
The Move,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Brick,
Niagra,
Skriet,
Excepter,
The Beau Brummels,
Qualms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.