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 Rwanda and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Quantec to the electroclash 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Trojans,
Spandau Ballet,
The Seeds,
K-Klass,
Motorama,
Malaria!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Depeche Mode,
Y Pants,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mark Hollis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nik Kershaw,
Wally Richardson,
Glenn Branca,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jawbox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Desert Stars,
Outsiders,
Junior Murvin,
Barrington Levy,
Mission of Burma,
The Gap Band,
Bang On A Can,
The Searchers,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiohead,
New Order,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Lydon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Al Stewart,
Franke,
Funky Four + One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hashim,
Quando Quango,
Nils Olav,
The Walker Brothers,
Babytalk,
Absolute Body Control,
John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Terry Callier,
Deepchord,
The Grass Roots,
Groovy Waters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronan,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.