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 Tanzania and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Morten Harket to the funk 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
The Buckinghams,
Animal Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Saccharine Trust,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Kurtis Blow,
Flipper,
Ohio Players,
The Tremeloes,
The Selecter,
10cc,
The Cure,
OOIOO,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arcadia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Age Steppers,
Monolake,
Sällskapet,
Juan Atkins,
Minny Pops,
Q and Not U,
the Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slackers,
Darondo,
Niagra,
Lungfish,
Adolescents,
Joy Division,
Josef K,
Isaac Hayes,
Piero Umiliani,
Audionom,
Infiniti,
Gang Starr,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter and Kerry,
Warsaw,
The Trojans,
Sugar Minott,
Jawbox,
Cheater Slicks,
Make Up,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul II Soul,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cowsills,
Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mark Hollis,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Wells,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.