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 Cameroon and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Nirvana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Scan 7,
The Angels of Light,
Skaos,
Unwound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sixth Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Rekid,
Junior Murvin,
Mo-Dettes,
Joyce Sims,
Ronnie Foster,
The Five Americans,
The Remains,
Minnie Riperton,
Donny Hathaway,
Yusef Lateef,
Franke,
Brick,
Warsaw,
The Raincoats,
Bush Tetras,
LL Cool J,
New Order,
Max Romeo,
The Mummies,
The Standells,
Spoonie Gee,
Fela Kuti,
Crooked Eye,
Tubeway Army,
Jacques Brel,
Alison Limerick,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Halsall,
Dave Gahan,
Public Enemy,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Real Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Techniques,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deepchord,
Faust,
Ronan,
Brand Nubian,
The Moleskins,
Wally Richardson,
Sight & Sound,
Drexciya,
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.