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 Azerbaijan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Kurtis Blow to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Aaron Thompson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Motions,
Al Stewart,
Black Sheep,
Icehouse,
Toni Rubio,
ABBA,
Sister Nancy,
Yellowson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gladiators,
Althea and Donna,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Lynne,
Duran Duran,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Masters at Work,
Dave Gahan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alphaville,
Lower 48,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Terry,
The Misunderstood,
Bad Manners,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thee Headcoats,
Buzzcocks,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacques Brel,
Fela Kuti,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blancmange,
Bobby Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Babytalk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Fraelich,
The Remains,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tommy Roe,
The Smiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Interpol,
Isaac Hayes,
Archie Shepp,
Barrington Levy,
The Fugs,
Lou Christie,
Mandrill,
Jandek,
the Human League,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.