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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Rapeman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
In Retrospect,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantaleimon,
T. Rex,
Soulsonic Force,
Adolescents,
Harry Pussy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gichy Dan,
Von Mondo,
Eddi Front,
Todd Rundgren,
Erasure,
Excepter,
Eric Copeland,
Basic Channel,
Make Up,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Loose Ends,
Kurtis Blow,
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai,
Rekid,
Soft Machine,
Max Romeo,
Fatback Band,
Thompson Twins,
Sixth Finger,
R.M.O.,
Archie Shepp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Sherman,
Donald Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Second Layer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Organ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doors,
Wally Richardson,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick May,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Axelrod,
Pierre Henry,
Yusef Lateef,
10cc,
Wolf Eyes,
Harmonia,
New Age Steppers,
Mars,
Kaleidoscope,
Ken Boothe,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.