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 Latvia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Metal Thangz to the crunk 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Sandy B,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Germs,
The Saints,
Joey Negro,
The Doobie Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rosa Yemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ken Boothe,
Jeru the Damaja,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mission of Burma,
Aural Exciters,
Mr. Review,
The Neon Judgement,
Morten Harket,
Angry Samoans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joy Division,
Au Pairs,
Peter and Kerry,
Alphaville,
Grey Daturas,
Sugar Minott,
The Happenings,
Fatback Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Motorama,
Skriet,
Minor Threat,
Oblivians,
Suburban Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Make Up,
DJ Style,
Duran Duran,
The Red Krayola,
Bronski Beat,
Lungfish,
Barbara Tucker,
The New Christs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Enemy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Intrusion,
Television Personalities,
Alton Ellis,
Slick Rick,
Mad Mike,
Malaria!,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.