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 Switzerland and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 the Fania All-Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Babytalk,
Carl Craig,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
the Slits,
Brick,
OOIOO,
Can,
Joensuu 1685,
The Trojans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Livin' Joy,
The Gun Club,
Dave Gahan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siglo XX,
Urselle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cybotron,
Laurel Aitken,
Porter Ricks,
Ronnie Foster,
Newcleus,
cv313,
Morten Harket,
The Victims,
DJ Style,
Kas Product,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arthur Verocai,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Remains,
Andrew Hill,
Patti Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock,
Underground Resistance,
Spandau Ballet,
Kurtis Blow,
Trumans Water,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Mills,
The Wake,
The Young Rascals,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Evens,
Thompson Twins,
Absolute Body Control,
Second Layer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visage,
Gabor Szabo,
Procol Harum,
Deepchord,
Wolf Eyes,
The Move,
The Sonics,
Intrusion,
The Moleskins,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.