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 Grenada and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sight & Sound to the electroclash 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Negative Approach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Durutti Column,
Traffic Nightmare,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Hill,
Con Funk Shun,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Teasers,
Fluxion,
Royal Trux,
Mad Mike,
Lebanon Hanover,
Basic Channel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Iggy Pop,
Y Pants,
the Germs,
Mission of Burma,
Moss Icon,
The Mummies,
Davy DMX,
Joe Finger,
LL Cool J,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doors,
Neil Young,
Tom Boy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Barracudas,
the Human League,
Sandy B,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
These Immortal Souls,
Dual Sessions,
Television,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Terry,
Barry Ungar,
Simply Red,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yaz,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
JFA,
Drexciya,
Pantaleimon,
Flash Fearless,
Barbara Tucker,
Wire,
Skriet,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Buckinghams,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Womack,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.