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 Jamaica and from Hong Kong.
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 Mexico City and Lagos.
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 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Negative Approach,
Warren Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Essential Logic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantaleimon,
The Skatalites,
F. McDonald,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dead Boys,
Au Pairs,
Sight & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Massinfluence,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Tremeloes,
John Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Organ,
Cymande,
Slave,
Monolake,
Royal Trux,
U.S. Maple,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magma,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultra Naté,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Count Five,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DNA,
ABBA,
Darondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Rundgren,
Depeche Mode,
Flipper,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David McCallum,
Alton Ellis,
The Move,
Urselle,
Laurel Aitken,
a-ha,
Lou Christie,
New Order,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Music Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.