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 Venezuela and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Misunderstood to the punk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Schoolly D,
The United States of America,
Yaz,
Hasil Adkins,
K-Klass,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
Brand Nubian,
Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Sight & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
The J.B.'s,
Motorama,
Jacob Miller,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Duran Duran,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skriet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Piero Umiliani,
L. Decosne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fugazi,
Patti Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Quadrant,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blake Baxter,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reuben Wilson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marmalade,
Bob Dylan,
Scion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang On A Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Pus,
Fatback Band,
The Selecter,
Simply Red,
Clear Light,
Arthur Verocai,
48th St. Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Tears for Fears,
The Vogues,
the Slits,
Guru Guru,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Görl,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.