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 Kiribati and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Ronnie Foster to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Sex Pistols,
A Certain Ratio,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Bourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jandek,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Real Kids,
the Germs,
Suicide,
Connie Case,
Saccharine Trust,
Subhumans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Archie Shepp,
Godley & Creme,
Swans,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed,
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
Motorama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash,
Accadde A,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fortunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Second Layer,
Buzzcocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kas Product,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Happenings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zero Boys,
Liliput,
The Associates,
Q and Not U,
Althea and Donna,
Morten Harket,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gories,
Sound Behaviour,
Negative Approach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Infiniti,
Ornette Coleman,
Rekid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Prince Buster,
The Evens,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.