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 Brazil and from New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rap 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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Chris Corsano,
Unwound,
Intrusion,
Jacob Miller,
Moebius,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Last Poets,
Fat Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Sound Behaviour,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shuggie Otis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
These Immortal Souls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang of Four,
Country Teasers,
Roxy Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thompson Twins,
the Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Patti Smith,
R.M.O.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angry Samoans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Albert Ayler,
Rod Modell,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare,
Pharoah Sanders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pussy Galore,
The Litter,
Jacques Brel,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Trojans,
DJ Style,
The Red Krayola,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blackbyrds,
Zapp,
The Fortunes,
Duran Duran,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Martian,
The Selecter,
Adolescents,
Groovy Waters,
Newcleus,
Can,
Bill Wells,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Mills,
Skriet,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.