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 the UAE and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sugar Minott to the rap 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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Beau Brummels,
Barry Ungar,
Flash Fearless,
Pere Ubu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shoche,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vladislav Delay,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slick Rick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spoonie Gee,
The Five Americans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dead C,
Dark Day,
Das Ding,
The Pretty Things,
Sonic Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lakeside,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joey Negro,
Derrick May,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Royal Trux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Babytalk,
Wire,
Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swell Maps,
Fat Boys,
The Cramps,
This Heat,
Funky Four + One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terry Callier,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Rundgren,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aloha Tigers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nico,
Banda Bassotti,
Minny Pops,
Pylon,
Massinfluence,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.