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 Korea South 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Rakim to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Cymande,
Lalann,
X-Ray Spex,
Amazonics,
Model 500,
Depeche Mode,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Offenders,
Camouflage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Laurel Aitken,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dorothy Ashby,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Dolphy,
Chrome,
Wasted Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dark Day,
Reuben Wilson,
Lower 48,
The Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Susan Cadogan,
10cc,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deakin,
Minutemen,
Oneida,
Young Marble Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rites of Spring,
Ossler,
The New Christs,
Arab on Radar,
Black Bananas,
the Normal,
Janne Schatter,
Urselle,
kango's stein massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Masters at Work,
Bauhaus,
Jawbox,
Sugar Minott,
Crispy Ambulance,
Negative Approach,
Maleditus Sound,
the Human League,
New Order,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
Tom Boy,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.