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 Liechtenstein and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pantaleimon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Byrd,
David McCallum,
Scientists,
Lucky Dragons,
Lee Hazlewood,
Supertramp,
Andrew Hill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Teasers,
Roxette,
OOIOO,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camberwell Now,
Rosa Yemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Smog,
Metal Thangz,
Sound Behaviour,
Lakeside,
Zapp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
The Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
48th St. Collective,
Ken Boothe,
KRS-One,
Youth Brigade,
Sparks,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott Heron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Popol Vuh,
Maurizio,
Minnie Riperton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Black Dice,
JFA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sarah Menescal,
10cc,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
Blake Baxter,
Lungfish,
China Crisis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Subhumans,
Angry Samoans,
Joy Division,
Porter Ricks,
The Motions,
Jeff Mills,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Finger,
Skarface,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.