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 Colombia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brothers Johnson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Order,
Lalo Schifrin,
Clear Light,
Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Carl Craig,
the Association,
Hoover,
Masters at Work,
Soft Machine,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erasure,
Aswad,
Faust,
Blancmange,
The Associates,
ABC,
Model 500,
Erykah Badu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hardrive,
E-Dancer,
Q65,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Human League,
Marmalade,
One Last Wish,
Thee Headcoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brothers Johnson,
The Knickerbockers,
Quando Quango,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
The Black Dice,
Siglo XX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vladislav Delay,
Sex Pistols,
Cheater Slicks,
Y Pants,
Visage,
The Stooges,
The Monks,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Walker Brothers,
a-ha,
Sam Rivers,
Funkadelic,
K-Klass,
T. Rex,
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.