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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Selecter to the funk 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Birthday Party,
The Doors,
James White and The Blacks,
Khruangbin,
Black Sheep,
The Selecter,
Zapp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
K-Klass,
The Divine Comedy,
Byron Stingily,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Almond,
Maurizio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quantec,
The Fall,
Brand Nubian,
The Vogues,
the Association,
The Star Department,
Bauhaus,
Los Fastidios,
The Modern Lovers,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra,
Arab on Radar,
Soul Sonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Associates,
Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
The Raincoats,
the Sonics,
The Happenings,
Section 25,
Roxy Music,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terry Callier,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aloha Tigers,
Sparks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scion,
Second Layer,
David Axelrod,
X-102,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.