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 Venezuela 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Dave Gahan to the rock 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Technova,
Moby Grape,
Surgeon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warren Ellis,
Hashim,
Scan 7,
Groovy Waters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Duran Duran,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Massinfluence,
Y Pants,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Walker Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül,
The Human League,
Roxy Music,
Rites of Spring,
Adolescents,
The Tremeloes,
Iggy Pop,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Evens,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Visage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skriet,
X-Ray Spex,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
Severed Heads,
Todd Rundgren,
Zero Boys,
Boredoms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maurizio,
Crash Course in Science,
B.T. Express,
The Last Poets,
X-102,
Banda Bassotti,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABBA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.