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 Venezuela and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joensuu 1685 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cybotron,
The Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cramps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moody Blues,
Gong,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Sneak,
Reagan Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wire,
Goldenarms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultra Naté,
Anakelly,
Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Roger Hodgson,
L. Decosne,
Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
Freddie Wadling,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Terry,
David Bowie,
the Association,
Anthony Braxton,
Kaleidoscope,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faust,
Wings,
Grauzone,
Gang Gang Dance,
K-Klass,
The Index,
The Leaves,
Mars,
Gabor Szabo,
The Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Shoche,
Metal Thangz,
Altered Images,
Toni Rubio,
Gang of Four,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Hill,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Bar-Kays,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Neon Judgement,
Mad Mike,
Audionom,
Au Pairs,
Kerri Chandler,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.