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 Nauru and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Youth Brigade to the grime 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Nirvana,
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mantronix,
Robert Hood,
Sandy B,
Camberwell Now,
PIL,
Surgeon,
Matthew Halsall,
Youth Brigade,
Idris Muhammad,
Dead Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Almond,
Todd Terry,
Eli Mardock,
Al Stewart,
Brothers Johnson,
Neu!,
The Mojo Men,
Cymande,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronnie Foster,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Hill,
Flipper,
MDC,
Make Up,
Bob Dylan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The American Breed,
Duran Duran,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stiv Bators,
Country Teasers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angry Samoans,
The Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Trumans Water,
Theoretical Girls,
Camouflage,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerri Chandler,
Saccharine Trust,
World's Most,
Circle Jerks,
Easy Going,
Pussy Galore,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Mills,
Average White Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.