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 Ivory Coast and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Leaves,
Circle Jerks,
Lyres,
The Stooges,
Fugazi,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fear,
Babytalk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Lynne,
FM Einheit,
Soulsonic Force,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Section 25,
Junior Murvin,
Basic Channel,
The Real Kids,
The Pop Group,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gabor Szabo,
Warsaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fela Kuti,
The Motions,
Excepter,
Prince Buster,
Mars,
Mantronix,
Skaos,
Magma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Stiv Bators,
Bang On A Can,
Radiohead,
The Cowsills,
Underground Resistance,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter and Kerry,
Susan Cadogan,
Erykah Badu,
The Knickerbockers,
Rakim,
Lower 48,
John Holt,
The Offenders,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick Morgan,
Bad Manners,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.