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 Rwanda and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tres Demented to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Trojans,
Maurizio,
Eurythmics,
Pole,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalann,
Bush Tetras,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Evens,
John Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cramps,
Au Pairs,
Mandrill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sonics,
Smog,
The Move,
Blossom Toes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eli Mardock,
Pantytec,
Maleditus Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deakin,
Kerri Chandler,
Los Fastidios,
The Dirtbombs,
This Heat,
Outsiders,
E-Dancer,
Camouflage,
FM Einheit,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Audionom,
Scott Walker,
OOIOO,
One Last Wish,
Quantec,
10cc,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Parrish,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
Brothers Johnson,
Rekid,
Kenny Larkin,
the Sonics,
Inner City,
Joensuu 1685,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Hood,
Ultravox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scan 7,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.