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 Guatemala and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ronnie Foster to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Matthew Bourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Bowie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magma,
Barbara Tucker,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Sheep,
The Angels of Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Pus,
Max Romeo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Henry Cow,
Deadbeat,
Gang Starr,
Tommy Roe,
Rotary Connection,
Mandrill,
Von Mondo,
Sugar Minott,
Darondo,
Lungfish,
Blancmange,
Zapp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Loose Ends,
The Fortunes,
Mars,
Curtis Mayfield,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Five Americans,
Khruangbin,
Pere Ubu,
In Retrospect,
Depeche Mode,
Letta Mbulu,
Vainqueur,
The Wake,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
AZ,
Liliput,
Cybotron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T.S.O.L.,
The Red Krayola,
Inner City,
the Human League,
Quantec,
Royal Trux,
Donny Hathaway,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
This Heat,
DNA,
Warsaw,
F. McDonald,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.