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 Bahamas and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Gregory Isaacs to the electroclash 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Tremeloes,
Slave,
Model 500,
Hot Snakes,
Black Pus,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monks,
Rotary Connection,
Underground Resistance,
Marvin Gaye,
Kaleidoscope,
Organ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kas Product,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Selecter,
Eric Dolphy,
Joey Negro,
The Techniques,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantytec,
Qualms,
Sällskapet,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Wells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aswad,
Japan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Swans,
Pole,
Urselle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DNA,
The Fugs,
The Invisible,
ABBA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eurythmics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Bad Manners,
Banda Bassotti,
Deakin,
Ituana,
Fugazi,
Eddi Front,
Harmonia,
Sonny Sharrock,
La Düsseldorf,
Make Up,
New Order,
Dennis Brown,
Minutemen,
Pulsallama,
Michelle Simonal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.