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 Kenya and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aaron Thompson to the rap 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Talk Talk,
The Birthday Party,
Main Source,
Alton Ellis,
CMW,
Dark Day,
Sixth Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Excepter,
Neil Young,
The Smiths,
Q and Not U,
Saccharine Trust,
Howard Jones,
the Slits,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott Heron,
Althea and Donna,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Beau Brummels,
Bluetip,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Count Five,
Tubeway Army,
The Mummies,
Spandau Ballet,
Jandek,
The American Breed,
Liliput,
Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
the Normal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronnie Foster,
ABBA,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Mills,
The Cramps,
Sandy B,
Surgeon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slave,
Sonic Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
Mandrill,
a-ha,
the Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Magazine,
Chris & Cosey,
The Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Whodini,
The Techniques,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.