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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Lindisfarne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smoke,
John Lydon,
Visage,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Copeland,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Saints,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Terry,
The Modern Lovers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Can,
Hoover,
UT,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Darondo,
X-101,
Cal Tjader,
The Sound,
Basic Channel,
Jandek,
K-Klass,
EPMD,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blake Baxter,
FM Einheit,
Lakeside,
Bush Tetras,
Trumans Water,
Barclay James Harvest,
Banda Bassotti,
Flipper,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Los Fastidios,
Michelle Simonal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Inner City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Das Ding,
Quadrant,
The Monochrome Set,
The Searchers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zapp,
Dawn Penn,
Kerri Chandler,
The Raincoats,
David Axelrod,
Marmalade,
Joe Finger,
Little Man,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Goldenarms,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.