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 Namibia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Smoke to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Brand Nubian,
Audionom,
Dark Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rites of Spring,
E-Dancer,
Ornette Coleman,
The Raincoats,
The Mojo Men,
Maleditus Sound,
Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
MDC,
Amazonics,
Grey Daturas,
Marine Girls,
Roxy Music,
Gichy Dan,
Eden Ahbez,
DNA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Main Source,
Tim Buckley,
The Star Department,
Bill Wells,
Rosa Yemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Laurel Aitken,
Thee Headcoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Ituana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radio Birdman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ten City,
Scratch Acid,
Faust,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Wake,
Iggy Pop,
Smog,
Alice Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
China Crisis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wasted Youth,
The Cowsills,
Pussy Galore,
Kerri Chandler,
Eve St. Jones,
The Martian,
The New Christs,
Lyres,
Judy Mowatt,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Little Man,
Tom Boy,
Joyce Sims,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.