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 Sri Lanka and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Sister Nancy to the crunk 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Interpol,
Fear,
The Misunderstood,
Kas Product,
The Vogues,
OOIOO,
New Order,
Maurizio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harmonia,
Arab on Radar,
Radio Birdman,
Y Pants,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cramps,
L. Decosne,
Lindisfarne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-102,
Clear Light,
Pole,
Tom Boy,
The Associates,
The Motions,
Smog,
Bobby Sherman,
Gong,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Bananas,
Laurel Aitken,
Dead Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed,
Crooked Eye,
The Golliwogs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vainqueur,
Urselle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dirtbombs,
Vladislav Delay,
Heaven 17,
Prince Buster,
Schoolly D,
Patti Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Ultravox,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Finger,
ABBA,
Ten City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Godley & Creme,
Yazoo,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.