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 Serbia and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
The American Breed,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ponytail,
Gang Starr,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tears for Fears,
Kurtis Blow,
Theoretical Girls,
Can,
Lindisfarne,
Pierre Henry,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neu!,
The Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare,
Arab on Radar,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxette,
The Stooges,
Anakelly,
Sun City Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Fluxion,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aaron Thompson,
Graham Central Station,
Ultravox,
Robert Wyatt,
The Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Invisible,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pylon,
Black Moon,
Marmalade,
Joe Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Funkadelic,
Josef K,
Boogie Down Productions,
Steve Hackett,
Scion,
The Mummies,
Chrome,
Bobby Sherman,
Q65,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.