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 Belgium and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dual Sessions,
the Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fugazi,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Echospace,
Jawbox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pretty Things,
Parry Music,
Main Source,
Todd Rundgren,
Brothers Johnson,
Q and Not U,
Barry Ungar,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Trumans Water,
Desert Stars,
Black Sheep,
Prince Buster,
Easy Going,
Severed Heads,
Circle Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Pylon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Index,
Grauzone,
X-Ray Spex,
Negative Approach,
Blake Baxter,
Spoonie Gee,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Sneak,
Wally Richardson,
Flipper,
Black Bananas,
Ronan,
Byron Stingily,
The Blues Magoos,
Young Marble Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barrington Levy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harry Pussy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Faust,
Faraquet,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.