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 the UAE and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grunge 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Danielle Patucci,
Audionom,
DJ Sneak,
Metal Thangz,
Junior Murvin,
Magma,
The Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
The Kinks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Misunderstood,
UT,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lungfish,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Invisible,
Steve Hackett,
Little Man,
Black Bananas,
Cybotron,
Monks,
Porter Ricks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eurythmics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Radio Birdman,
Rufus Thomas,
These Immortal Souls,
Cymande,
LL Cool J,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry's Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Pussy Galore,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brick,
Laurel Aitken,
Agent Orange,
The Tremeloes,
MC5,
China Crisis,
Fad Gadget,
Black Flag,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-101,
Gichy Dan,
The Fuzztones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tim Buckley,
Visage,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cure,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABC,
Barrington Levy,
Fela Kuti,
The Sonics,
Mars,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.