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 Iran and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Bobby Byrd to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Bob Dylan,
Scrapy,
Idris Muhammad,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moebius,
Fluxion,
Jacob Miller,
The Dead C,
Underground Resistance,
Arcadia,
Junior Murvin,
The Pop Group,
Sam Rivers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Parrish,
Surgeon,
David McCallum,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blancmange,
Funkadelic,
This Heat,
Oneida,
Aural Exciters,
Procol Harum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Groovy Waters,
John Holt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Y Pants,
Magazine,
Niagra,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Birthday Party,
Swell Maps,
Cybotron,
Icehouse,
The Selecter,
Ken Boothe,
Hasil Adkins,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nas,
Parry Music,
The Black Dice,
Donny Hathaway,
The Offenders,
H. Thieme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joy Division,
Peter & Gordon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Young Rascals,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Franke,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.