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 Ivory Coast and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Siglo XX to the electroclash 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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Deadbeat,
Liliput,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Metal Thangz,
Flash Fearless,
L. Decosne,
Ultra Naté,
Donny Hathaway,
Television Personalities,
Howard Jones,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slave,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Don Cherry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Sneak,
Pole,
Joe Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter & Gordon,
Young Marble Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Eli Mardock,
The Fortunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Hood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Inner City,
Subhumans,
Qualms,
Simply Red,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camouflage,
Funkadelic,
the Bar-Kays,
Symarip,
Y Pants,
Massinfluence,
The Doors,
Parry Music,
Jandek,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wasted Youth,
John Foxx,
Moebius,
Cameo,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cybotron,
Black Moon,
Desert Stars,
Lungfish,
Delta 5,
The Happenings,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.