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 Austria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monolake to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visage,
Junior Murvin,
Bluetip,
Carl Craig,
Motorama,
The Selecter,
Joensuu 1685,
The Kinks,
Minny Pops,
Technova,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Clarke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mr. Review,
Saccharine Trust,
Roger Hodgson,
Arthur Verocai,
Whodini,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Order,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Procol Harum,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Sherman,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris Corsano,
Crispy Ambulance,
R.M.O.,
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dead C,
The United States of America,
Pierre Henry,
The Fugs,
Ultravox,
Lindisfarne,
The Fall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Organ,
China Crisis,
Rakim,
Quadrant,
Liliput,
Young Marble Giants,
Accadde A,
Maleditus Sound,
the Normal,
Nils Olav,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Hood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Starr,
The Star Department,
cv313,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Yaz,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.