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 Cape Verde and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Desert Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Music Machine,
The Sound,
The Techniques,
Maurizio,
The Misunderstood,
the Human League,
The Gap Band,
Bluetip,
Camberwell Now,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moleskins,
Joensuu 1685,
Rites of Spring,
The Barracudas,
Soul II Soul,
Sonny Sharrock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skriet,
Dual Sessions,
Oblivians,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Prince Buster,
The Stooges,
Main Source,
Ken Boothe,
Warren Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
kango's stein massive,
Model 500,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lyres,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flipper,
Goldenarms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Human League,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott Heron,
Byron Stingily,
Pylon,
the Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Zapp,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tres Demented,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Ossler,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Terry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Eden Ahbez,
Dark Day,
Dennis Brown,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.