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 Sweden and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Lalo Schifrin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Saints,
T.S.O.L.,
Kayak,
Franke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Infiniti,
Susan Cadogan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Last Poets,
ABC,
Goldenarms,
Suicide,
Vladislav Delay,
The Buckinghams,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Blake Baxter,
Cameo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Inner City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Parry Music,
The Gap Band,
The Pop Group,
The Index,
Hoover,
Whodini,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Skatalites,
Mantronix,
AZ,
Sister Nancy,
Yazoo,
Pantytec,
Minnie Riperton,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Green,
Minor Threat,
CMW,
Joe Smooth,
Ice-T,
the Bar-Kays,
Nirvana,
Second Layer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Leonard Cohen,
Hot Snakes,
The Seeds,
Smog,
The Dead C,
New Age Steppers,
The Gun Club,
Pole,
Judy Mowatt,
Heaven 17,
Fifty Foot Hose,
H. Thieme,
The Fall,
Television Personalities,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.