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 Peru and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Yusef Lateef to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Flag,
Infiniti,
Wire,
Tim Buckley,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young,
The Tremeloes,
Rapeman,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zapp,
The Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Enemy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mummies,
Basic Channel,
the Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
New Order,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minor Threat,
Joensuu 1685,
the Normal,
Bluetip,
Pagans,
Buzzcocks,
Al Stewart,
The Residents,
The Durutti Column,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Bananas,
Fad Gadget,
Rosa Yemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Albert Ayler,
Make Up,
Wally Richardson,
Don Cherry,
Soul II Soul,
Cecil Taylor,
Circle Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
LL Cool J,
Lalann,
June of 44,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tubeway Army,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.