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 Egypt and from Halifax.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Alton Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Max Romeo,
F. McDonald,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pop Group,
Sarah Menescal,
Kaleidoscope,
Underground Resistance,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Sherman,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fortunes,
Yaz,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra,
MDC,
Barrington Levy,
New York Dolls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Leaves,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T. Rex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maurizio,
World's Most,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sugar Minott,
Ultravox,
Camouflage,
Jawbox,
Pylon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Technova,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiohead,
The Music Machine,
The Human League,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül,
Royal Trux,
Sonic Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sparks,
Dark Day,
Mad Mike,
Quadrant,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Prince Buster,
EPMD,
Lalann,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Quando Quango,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.