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 Zambia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Matthew Halsall to the crunk 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vainqueur,
Theoretical Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Newcleus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Golliwogs,
Graham Central Station,
The Doors,
Parry Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Techniques,
Rekid,
The American Breed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Lynne,
Skriet,
The Pop Group,
Cheater Slicks,
Harmonia,
These Immortal Souls,
Au Pairs,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pulsallama,
Kaleidoscope,
Lightning Bolt,
Shoche,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Donny Hathaway,
Unwound,
Radio Birdman,
Ultra Naté,
Aswad,
The Gap Band,
Eric Dolphy,
One Last Wish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Junior Murvin,
Tubeway Army,
The Vogues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Human League,
The Smiths,
Sparks,
The Cure,
Cluster,
Albert Ayler,
Duran Duran,
The Kinks,
Can,
Yusef Lateef,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.