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 Nicaragua and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Grass Roots to the rap 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Human League,
Massinfluence,
Patti Smith,
LL Cool J,
Skarface,
Crime,
Iggy Pop,
K-Klass,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
The Real Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agitation Free,
Mark Hollis,
The Toasters,
E-Dancer,
Grey Daturas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thompson Twins,
L. Decosne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacques Brel,
Wasted Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Stetsasonic,
Goldenarms,
Magma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soulsonic Force,
Quando Quango,
The New Christs,
Wolf Eyes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Schoolly D,
Gregory Isaacs,
David McCallum,
Stiv Bators,
OOIOO,
D'Angelo,
Roxy Music,
Buzzcocks,
Essential Logic,
Ultra Naté,
Altered Images,
Gabor Szabo,
Niagra,
Negative Approach,
Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Saints,
MC5,
Dennis Brown,
The Cure,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Sherman,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.