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 Nigeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Seeds to the grime 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Nico,
Jacob Miller,
The Birthday Party,
Von Mondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Reagan Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Cecil Taylor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Simply Red,
Johnny Clarke,
The New Christs,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
CMW,
Jawbox,
The Invisible,
Fatback Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Christie,
The Busters,
Oneida,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hardrive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalann,
New Order,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Womack,
Wire,
Nas,
James White and The Blacks,
The Happenings,
World's Most,
Silicon Teens,
The Selecter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donald Byrd,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlback,
F. McDonald,
The Divine Comedy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cymande,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
Yaz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smoke,
Joey Negro,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.