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 Sierra Leone and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grunge 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Pus,
Deepchord,
Brothers Johnson,
World's Most,
Loose Ends,
Harmonia,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Halsall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June of 44,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Terry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amazonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
PIL,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Cecil Taylor,
Stereo Dub,
Eve St. Jones,
The Raincoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minor Threat,
Porter Ricks,
Lakeside,
Unrelated Segments,
Sällskapet,
Cybotron,
Ken Boothe,
Lyres,
The Cowsills,
Blossom Toes,
Prince Buster,
Brass Construction,
Roxette,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Fania All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Barbara Tucker,
Das Ding,
Blake Baxter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Accadde A,
Suburban Knight,
MC5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
K-Klass,
The Monks,
DJ Style,
Morten Harket,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.