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 Luxembourg and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 The Motions to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
Jandek,
OOIOO,
The Smiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deadbeat,
The Gories,
Brick,
Pere Ubu,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Near,
Oneida,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Excepter,
Boredoms,
Connie Case,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
10cc,
Man Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
FM Einheit,
Kas Product,
Unrelated Segments,
Magma,
Half Japanese,
The Searchers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-101,
Rufus Thomas,
Dual Sessions,
The Moleskins,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick Morgan,
Simply Red,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MC5,
Bobby Womack,
New Age Steppers,
Juan Atkins,
China Crisis,
The Techniques,
B.T. Express,
Essential Logic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Porter Ricks,
Fugazi,
Fatback Band,
Audionom,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Names,
Harmonia,
Howard Jones,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.