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 San Marino and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Cameo to the grime 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Lou Christie,
Mr. Review,
Black Moon,
The Black Dice,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Cell,
Ronan,
The Dead C,
The Litter,
Judy Mowatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Unrelated Segments,
Oblivians,
Bauhaus,
Dark Day,
Matthew Halsall,
The Happenings,
Harmonia,
R.M.O.,
Gabor Szabo,
Blancmange,
June of 44,
Gong,
Eddi Front,
Dennis Brown,
Cheater Slicks,
The Associates,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slick Rick,
La Düsseldorf,
DNA,
Brass Construction,
Absolute Body Control,
Easy Going,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joey Negro,
Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Deadbeat,
Motorama,
Graham Central Station,
Peter & Gordon,
Hot Snakes,
U.S. Maple,
Faraquet,
Rufus Thomas,
Reuben Wilson,
Rod Modell,
Pussy Galore,
Khruangbin,
The Index,
Stereo Dub,
Ultravox,
Soft Machine,
June Days,
Hardrive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Index,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.