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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Negative Approach to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Piero Umiliani,
Ken Boothe,
The Leaves,
Cybotron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Josef K,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deadbeat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joyce Sims,
Country Teasers,
Blake Baxter,
Aural Exciters,
Sixth Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Franke,
the Sonics,
Skarface,
Angry Samoans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Leonard Cohen,
Faraquet,
Vladislav Delay,
Sällskapet,
Todd Terry,
Brick,
Rod Modell,
John Lydon,
Slick Rick,
Shoche,
Drive Like Jehu,
Second Layer,
Ohio Players,
World's Most,
Yellowson,
The Happenings,
One Last Wish,
Eden Ahbez,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Audionom,
B.T. Express,
The Velvet Underground,
The Move,
Grey Daturas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Iggy Pop,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minor Threat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dual Sessions,
Sparks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.