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 Thailand 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lindisfarne,
Goldenarms,
Freddie Wadling,
Newcleus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Quando Quango,
Lungfish,
Eurythmics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jimmy McGriff,
Franke,
Niagra,
Sun Ra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mo-Dettes,
Bob Dylan,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
PIL,
E-Dancer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fat Boys,
Ronan,
Robert Wyatt,
This Heat,
Silicon Teens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Skatalites,
Arcadia,
Fatback Band,
Zapp,
Quadrant,
Procol Harum,
Anthony Braxton,
Toni Rubio,
the Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang On A Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
Buzzcocks,
B.T. Express,
Tommy Roe,
Pantytec,
Joy Division,
The Fugs,
The Cowsills,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.