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 Saudi Arabia and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Aswad to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Trumans Water,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter & Gordon,
Duran Duran,
The Saints,
The Remains,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brand Nubian,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Colin Newman,
The Smiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eddi Front,
Procol Harum,
Minor Threat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Porter Ricks,
Japan,
Eve St. Jones,
Brass Construction,
Make Up,
Zero Boys,
Erasure,
The Standells,
The Offenders,
Godley & Creme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
E-Dancer,
Don Cherry,
The Monks,
Chrome,
The Durutti Column,
Blossom Toes,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultra Naté,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxette,
Skaos,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Green,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tubeway Army,
Anakelly,
Aural Exciters,
Nico,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Metal Thangz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter and Kerry,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.