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 Tuvalu and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Howard Jones to the disco 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Amazonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-102,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Monolake,
The Gun Club,
The Dirtbombs,
H. Thieme,
Underground Resistance,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Human League,
Davy DMX,
John Holt,
Deakin,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Moon,
Slick Rick,
The Trojans,
the Association,
Peter & Gordon,
Bad Manners,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fat Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Y Pants,
Second Layer,
Public Enemy,
Gang of Four,
Tres Demented,
Joensuu 1685,
John Lydon,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gap Band,
Stiv Bators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Idris Muhammad,
Make Up,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brand Nubian,
Junior Murvin,
James White and The Blacks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mr. Review,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.