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 Guinea-Bissau and from London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Tommy Roe to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Starr,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Durutti Column,
The Smiths,
The Skatalites,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Simply Red,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Barracudas,
Metal Thangz,
Ronnie Foster,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glenn Branca,
the Slits,
The Zeros,
Barrington Levy,
Aaron Thompson,
Japan,
Sun Ra,
One Last Wish,
Grey Daturas,
The Standells,
Bob Dylan,
The J.B.'s,
These Immortal Souls,
Minor Threat,
The Gladiators,
Crash Course in Science,
Spoonie Gee,
Brand Nubian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Remains,
Procol Harum,
Negative Approach,
Parry Music,
The Happenings,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Invisible,
Sam Rivers,
Cybotron,
The Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Morten Harket,
Pylon,
The Pop Group,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boz Scaggs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ice-T,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camberwell Now,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.