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 Spain and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Captain Beefheart 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 a-ha to the grime 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
the Sonics,
Newcleus,
Tears for Fears,
Guru Guru,
Ituana,
Toni Rubio,
Amazonics,
Niagra,
The Barracudas,
Unrelated Segments,
The Litter,
Minutemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young,
Tom Boy,
Essential Logic,
Jerry's Kids,
Erasure,
Schoolly D,
Maurizio,
The Modern Lovers,
Kayak,
Rapeman,
Bobby Womack,
The Velvet Underground,
the Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Busters,
The Red Krayola,
Jawbox,
the Association,
Mandrill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Letta Mbulu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Absolute Body Control,
Japan,
Joy Division,
Piero Umiliani,
David McCallum,
Make Up,
The Last Poets,
Yellowson,
John Holt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Faust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wasted Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Brand Nubian,
Porter Ricks,
One Last Wish,
Faraquet,
The Real Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Judy Mowatt,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Style,
The Associates,
Scan 7,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.