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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 La Düsseldorf to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Index,
The Velvet Underground,
the Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Isaac Hayes,
Nas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiohead,
Rites of Spring,
Khruangbin,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Music Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crime,
The Slits,
Dawn Penn,
Mantronix,
Heaven 17,
The Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Schoolly D,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dead C,
The Cramps,
Niagra,
Jacques Brel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marcia Griffiths,
Make Up,
Adolescents,
The Misunderstood,
Slick Rick,
John Holt,
Lalann,
Cymande,
Reuben Wilson,
Moby Grape,
Delta 5,
Gang Green,
Masters at Work,
Wolf Eyes,
Crash Course in Science,
X-Ray Spex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swell Maps,
Curtis Mayfield,
China Crisis,
The Count Five,
The Associates,
Franke,
Mark Hollis,
The Offenders,
Swans,
Fluxion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Görl,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.