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 Oman and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 X-Ray Spex to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Ice-T,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry's Kids,
Moss Icon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sight & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
EPMD,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hot Snakes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Eddi Front,
Anakelly,
the Association,
Bang On A Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
JFA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Panda Bear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Crime,
Average White Band,
Sparks,
Unrelated Segments,
Donald Byrd,
Qualms,
R.M.O.,
The Count Five,
Hasil Adkins,
The Happenings,
The Moleskins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barry Ungar,
Magma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cymande,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
B.T. Express,
Letta Mbulu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
the Germs,
Bush Tetras,
Sister Nancy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Sherman,
CMW,
The Saints,
Rufus Thomas,
Lindisfarne,
The Searchers,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.