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 Vietnam and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Audionom to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Young Rascals,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dirtbombs,
Sex Pistols,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Surgeon,
Public Image Ltd.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blackbyrds,
Glambeats Corp.,
10cc,
Dual Sessions,
Television Personalities,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agent Orange,
Soft Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Hashim,
Heaven 17,
Joey Negro,
the Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Visage,
Saccharine Trust,
Slick Rick,
Pylon,
Pole,
Talk Talk,
Crooked Eye,
Mission of Burma,
Leonard Cohen,
Prince Buster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nas,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantytec,
Black Sheep,
JFA,
Kenny Larkin,
Curtis Mayfield,
F. McDonald,
Fad Gadget,
Lakeside,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rakim,
Connie Case,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Enemy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.