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 Ghana and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brand Nubian,
John Holt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Goldenarms,
Sister Nancy,
Deadbeat,
Clear Light,
Accadde A,
Section 25,
Fat Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Residents,
Wolf Eyes,
Colin Newman,
Gang Green,
Susan Cadogan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Newcleus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Duran Duran,
Rosa Yemen,
F. McDonald,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Eden Ahbez,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxette,
China Crisis,
Cymande,
Dual Sessions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deepchord,
Bronski Beat,
Scratch Acid,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shuggie Otis,
Minutemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Maleditus Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Mantronix,
Jacques Brel,
Kerri Chandler,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dennis Brown,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultravox,
The American Breed,
The Walker Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.