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 Barbados 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
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 sitar 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 Youth Brigade to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Janne Schatter,
The Moleskins,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June of 44,
Suburban Knight,
Franke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moby Grape,
Panda Bear,
Black Moon,
Fear,
The Barracudas,
Kerri Chandler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young,
Roger Hodgson,
The Stooges,
Zapp,
Blancmange,
Pantytec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dave Gahan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Saints,
X-101,
Barrington Levy,
The Skatalites,
Alison Limerick,
Rites of Spring,
The J.B.'s,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
This Heat,
China Crisis,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Certain Ratio,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy Collins,
Zero Boys,
Royal Trux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agent Orange,
L. Decosne,
Soft Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
The Grass Roots,
the Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Alton Ellis,
Audionom,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Fatback Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.