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 Belize and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Ten City to the jazz 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Nirvana,
10cc,
X-102,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
The Evens,
Ronnie Foster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Organ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Henry Cow,
The Leaves,
Minny Pops,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dual Sessions,
The Fugs,
The Martian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Livin' Joy,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kas Product,
Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Mr. Review,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Sherman,
Simply Red,
E-Dancer,
Josef K,
Tom Boy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Los Fastidios,
Popol Vuh,
La Düsseldorf,
The Kinks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tears for Fears,
The Index,
Nas,
Aswad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Underground Resistance,
Barbara Tucker,
Urselle,
Motorama,
The Music Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Letta Mbulu,
Laurel Aitken,
The Real Kids,
Black Moon,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.