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 Cape Verde and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Visage to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
June Days,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rekid,
Hardrive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stetsasonic,
The Grass Roots,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Mills,
DNA,
Robert Hood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oneida,
Amon Düül II,
Slave,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eden Ahbez,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Davy DMX,
The Names,
Main Source,
Al Stewart,
Metal Thangz,
Heaven 17,
Sex Pistols,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cybotron,
Grey Daturas,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pretty Things,
Moebius,
The Blues Magoos,
Warren Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Supertramp,
Excepter,
EPMD,
The Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scratch Acid,
Juan Atkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gladiators,
Pierre Henry,
Zapp,
Shuggie Otis,
Brick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wolf Eyes,
Aswad,
Crash Course in Science,
Cluster,
Alton Ellis,
Outsiders,
Ten City,
Black Moon,
Adolescents,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.