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 Egypt and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Residents to the dance 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Angry Samoans,
Erykah Badu,
Carl Craig,
OOIOO,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kayak,
The Moody Blues,
Dead Boys,
The Doors,
Thompson Twins,
Faraquet,
The New Christs,
Can,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry's Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neu!,
World's Most,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mark Hollis,
The Star Department,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Age Steppers,
Pussy Galore,
Ice-T,
Magma,
Gregory Isaacs,
MDC,
Minor Threat,
Zapp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Technova,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rotary Connection,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Copeland,
New Order,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sixth Finger,
Massinfluence,
Q and Not U,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Subhumans,
Saccharine Trust,
The Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Green,
Eddi Front,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
EPMD,
Judy Mowatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris & Cosey,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.