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 Dominica and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skatalites to the jazz 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Happenings,
The Dirtbombs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television Personalities,
Agitation Free,
Kool Moe Dee,
Basic Channel,
Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mark Hollis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Scrapy,
June Days,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Lynne,
Aloha Tigers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Main Source,
Hashim,
The Buckinghams,
Wire,
FM Einheit,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monolake,
The Durutti Column,
the Slits,
The Names,
Dead Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Toasters,
The Evens,
OOIOO,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sister Nancy,
Soul II Soul,
Yazoo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
Kenny Larkin,
Yusef Lateef,
Lakeside,
DJ Sneak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Negative Approach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
Blancmange,
Althea and Donna,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.