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 Sierra Leone and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Parry Music to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Negative Approach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pole,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barbara Tucker,
Slick Rick,
Hashim,
Lou Reed,
The Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Normal,
Minnie Riperton,
Youth Brigade,
Roxette,
Ronnie Foster,
Supertramp,
Jeff Mills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Last Poets,
the Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q65,
Harmonia,
Malaria!,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultra Naté,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monolake,
DJ Sneak,
The Walker Brothers,
MDC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Marvin Gaye,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mission of Burma,
Au Pairs,
Jawbox,
Joy Division,
F. McDonald,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Model 500,
the Human League,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.