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 Tajikistan and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Isaac Hayes to the crunk 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Davy DMX,
Ken Boothe,
Drexciya,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tom Boy,
Junior Murvin,
Fela Kuti,
The Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Franke,
Gichy Dan,
Delta 5,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash,
FM Einheit,
Jawbox,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang of Four,
Gastr Del Sol,
Intrusion,
The Offenders,
the Association,
Juan Atkins,
Malaria!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dirtbombs,
Scientists,
Fat Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Ponytail,
Visage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Second Layer,
Qualms,
Donald Byrd,
The Zeros,
The Golliwogs,
Stereo Dub,
Colin Newman,
The Misunderstood,
Tears for Fears,
Nico,
Young Marble Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
Quantec,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Smooth,
ABC,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.