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 Tanzania and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 In Retrospect to the electroclash 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Clarke,
Joey Negro,
Zapp,
Los Fastidios,
Scrapy,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Rundgren,
Isaac Hayes,
Lyres,
James White and The Blacks,
Skriet,
The Selecter,
JFA,
UT,
Interpol,
Donald Byrd,
New Order,
Moss Icon,
Howard Jones,
AZ,
Wally Richardson,
Dawn Penn,
Gong,
the Swans,
Brass Construction,
Circle Jerks,
Max Romeo,
Albert Ayler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unrelated Segments,
Aural Exciters,
Can,
The Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
EPMD,
Crime,
Terry Callier,
The Mummies,
Mandrill,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
John Lydon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cal Tjader,
Essential Logic,
Yaz,
Funky Four + One,
Scientists,
The Mojo Men,
The Fugs,
Stereo Dub,
Moebius,
Magazine,
The Gap Band,
The Remains,
Q and Not U,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.