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 Grenada and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jerry's Kids to the disco 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Freddie Wadling,
Althea and Donna,
Idris Muhammad,
Dennis Brown,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deepchord,
Hardrive,
Scientists,
EPMD,
Symarip,
the Association,
Infiniti,
Camouflage,
Motorama,
Flash Fearless,
Goldenarms,
Porter Ricks,
Spoonie Gee,
Max Romeo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Invisible,
Quadrant,
Jacques Brel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Marine Girls,
Moss Icon,
Smog,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Halsall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q65,
Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Brothers Johnson,
Boogie Down Productions,
June Days,
Gang Starr,
The United States of America,
The Young Rascals,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sparks,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Terry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Soft Cell,
The Gories,
Y Pants,
The Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Morten Harket,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visage,
Graham Central Station,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.