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 Namibia 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mission of Burma to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erasure,
Circle Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Kurtis Blow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eli Mardock,
The Neon Judgement,
Arthur Verocai,
Bronski Beat,
The Music Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Quadrant,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
In Retrospect,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Average White Band,
Japan,
Danielle Patucci,
Davy DMX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lower 48,
The Stooges,
Hasil Adkins,
Tubeway Army,
Zapp,
Jacob Miller,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Enemy,
The Dirtbombs,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Clarke,
Liliput,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
Deakin,
Tears for Fears,
Loose Ends,
The Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
JFA,
Blake Baxter,
Wire,
Procol Harum,
The Vogues,
Babytalk,
Interpol,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Iggy Pop,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.