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 Andorra and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Barracudas to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Music Machine,
Neu!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Technova,
The Stooges,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nas,
Goldenarms,
Eli Mardock,
The Last Poets,
Michelle Simonal,
Alice Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young,
The Walker Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Inner City,
Bush Tetras,
Agitation Free,
Rotary Connection,
Fela Kuti,
Country Teasers,
Severed Heads,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
In Retrospect,
The Black Dice,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxette,
Fear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crash Course in Science,
One Last Wish,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mojo Men,
China Crisis,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker,
World's Most,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra,
The Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sparks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
CMW,
The Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
The Gun Club,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Green,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang On A Can,
Moby Grape,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.