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 Ukraine and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 UT to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Seeds,
X-101,
Panda Bear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Invisible,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Kinks,
The Knickerbockers,
Slick Rick,
Technova,
Chris & Cosey,
Fela Kuti,
B.T. Express,
Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Terrestrial Tones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erykah Badu,
Porter Ricks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brass Construction,
Maleditus Sound,
Essential Logic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eddi Front,
Man Parrish,
Clear Light,
The Pop Group,
The Dirtbombs,
Nas,
Circle Jerks,
The Doors,
Brand Nubian,
Moss Icon,
Camberwell Now,
Crispian St. Peters,
D'Angelo,
Sonic Youth,
Maurizio,
Alice Coltrane,
Magazine,
The Vogues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arthur Verocai,
Lyres,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Red Krayola,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.