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 Vietnam and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Rotary Connection to the electroclash 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
David Axelrod,
Unrelated Segments,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ossler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Connie Case,
Slave,
Skarface,
Nik Kershaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Second Layer,
Gang Starr,
Fad Gadget,
Severed Heads,
Sandy B,
Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hasil Adkins,
Fear,
The Slackers,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rufus Thomas,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Trojans,
The Moody Blues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blues Magoos,
Althea and Donna,
Jawbox,
Marvin Gaye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terry Callier,
The Gladiators,
Rekid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Half Japanese,
Guru Guru,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Index,
Rites of Spring,
Ten City,
Kenny Larkin,
Camberwell Now,
Thee Headcoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Lynne,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bluetip,
In Retrospect,
Surgeon,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.