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 Togo and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Gregory Isaacs 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Icehouse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
In Retrospect,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fugazi,
Deadbeat,
Gang Green,
Josef K,
Laurel Aitken,
Pole,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacob Miller,
Don Cherry,
Pulsallama,
Black Pus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Janne Schatter,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rod Modell,
Pylon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DNA,
Mark Hollis,
Spoonie Gee,
Audionom,
Quando Quango,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Godley & Creme,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Lynne,
Nik Kershaw,
Eurythmics,
Hot Snakes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boredoms,
Slick Rick,
Howard Jones,
Organ,
The Pretty Things,
Interpol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
K-Klass,
Bizarre Inc.,
This Heat,
The Invisible,
Cameo,
Judy Mowatt,
Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Skriet,
Wings,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.