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 Serbia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Howard Jones to the rock 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Raincoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eli Mardock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
H. Thieme,
Lower 48,
Pylon,
Moebius,
The Knickerbockers,
Little Man,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Enemy,
Laurel Aitken,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spoonie Gee,
T. Rex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
The Velvet Underground,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare,
Malaria!,
Cheater Slicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Busters,
Jawbox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Pierre Henry,
Radio Birdman,
Minnie Riperton,
The Music Machine,
Mad Mike,
ABC,
Peter and Kerry,
Thompson Twins,
Agitation Free,
Fela Kuti,
Nico,
The Evens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Steve Hackett,
The Barracudas,
Minor Threat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DNA,
Maleditus Sound,
Dark Day,
Wally Richardson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Section 25,
Marvin Gaye,
Loose Ends,
the Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.