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 Italy and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Organ to the grunge 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Clarke,
MDC,
Zero Boys,
Anakelly,
David Bowie,
Aloha Tigers,
CMW,
Mr. Review,
The Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
X-101,
Black Bananas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
The J.B.'s,
Wire,
The Birthday Party,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Connie Case,
The Last Poets,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lyres,
Joe Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Lynne,
Ludus,
The Black Dice,
The Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Scratch Acid,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Green,
Idris Muhammad,
Boz Scaggs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Porter Ricks,
Pierre Henry,
Section 25,
Matthew Halsall,
Hashim,
Barbara Tucker,
Drexciya,
Fear,
the Soft Cell,
Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Deadbeat,
Hardrive,
Kurtis Blow,
The Invisible,
48th St. Collective,
Steve Hackett,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glenn Branca,
Easy Going,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.