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 Slovenia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Sarah Menescal to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Max Romeo,
OOIOO,
Zero Boys,
Q65,
Aswad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Residents,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Mills,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Association,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spoonie Gee,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suburban Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Mantronix,
Barrington Levy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nik Kershaw,
Simply Red,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delta 5,
Marc Almond,
cv313,
Dead Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
New York Dolls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minor Threat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Durutti Column,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slits,
The Techniques,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pere Ubu,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Five Americans,
The Associates,
Soft Machine,
Tears for Fears,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Altered Images,
Sällskapet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liliput,
Pylon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T. Rex,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.