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 Sudan and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Tropical Tobacco to the electroclash 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Byron Stingily,
X-102,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiohead,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ohio Players,
The Selecter,
ABBA,
Brass Construction,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q65,
Nas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
EPMD,
The Monks,
John Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radio Birdman,
Shoche,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
10cc,
Surgeon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marvin Gaye,
Max Romeo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glenn Branca,
Kas Product,
Deadbeat,
the Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Grauzone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q and Not U,
The American Breed,
The Standells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aaron Thompson,
Sarah Menescal,
E-Dancer,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Green,
Laurel Aitken,
Rakim,
Maurizio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Association,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Sherman,
Rapeman,
Rosa Yemen,
Outsiders,
Flipper,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.