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 Malta and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jacques Brel to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Angels of Light,
Scrapy,
Blancmange,
Inner City,
Sällskapet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris Corsano,
Sound Behaviour,
Stereo Dub,
The Birthday Party,
New York Dolls,
Niagra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Hill,
The Barracudas,
Leonard Cohen,
The J.B.'s,
Boredoms,
Josef K,
Jacques Brel,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott Heron,
Organ,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Wake,
Ultravox,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Standells,
Reuben Wilson,
Freddie Wadling,
Rapeman,
Howard Jones,
Harmonia,
The Invisible,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gladiators,
UT,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stiv Bators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chrome,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Con Funk Shun,
Ice-T,
The Leaves,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Animal Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter & Gordon,
Wire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sparks,
L. Decosne,
Young Marble Giants,
The Buckinghams,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moleskins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Judy Mowatt,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.