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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
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 Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kinks to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Parry Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young,
Althea and Donna,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiohead,
Jawbox,
Aaron Thompson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
H. Thieme,
Lakeside,
Negative Approach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Aural Exciters,
Marcia Griffiths,
The United States of America,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed,
Silicon Teens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Carl Craig,
Dual Sessions,
Rekid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Walker Brothers,
David Bowie,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Little Man,
Mars,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Lynne,
Pylon,
Angry Samoans,
Goldenarms,
These Immortal Souls,
Cecil Taylor,
Roger Hodgson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Kas Product,
The Monks,
Radio Birdman,
Darondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Black Dice,
Guru Guru,
Piero Umiliani,
Kayak,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.