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 Costa Rica and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sugar Minott 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Q65,
Icehouse,
Babytalk,
Depeche Mode,
Wally Richardson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Clarke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magazine,
Andrew Hill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter and Kerry,
Rapeman,
The Pretty Things,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nik Kershaw,
Ice-T,
Fatback Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erasure,
Stetsasonic,
Rotary Connection,
Fugazi,
Jerry's Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Ituana,
Wolf Eyes,
David McCallum,
Sixth Finger,
Trumans Water,
The Young Rascals,
Y Pants,
CMW,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Bananas,
Cluster,
Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Interpol,
Ronnie Foster,
Faraquet,
Tubeway Army,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kayak,
Anthony Braxton,
Kaleidoscope,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Excepter,
Sandy B,
Country Teasers,
Inner City,
Outsiders,
Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Angels of Light,
The Dirtbombs,
Siglo XX,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pop Group,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.