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 Kiribati and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dennis Brown to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Lakeside,
The Birthday Party,
Sugar Minott,
AZ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalann,
Drexciya,
Youth Brigade,
Pantaleimon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nirvana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Stooges,
Young Marble Giants,
Symarip,
Amazonics,
T. Rex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anakelly,
The Index,
Suburban Knight,
Faraquet,
Procol Harum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thompson Twins,
The Raincoats,
New Age Steppers,
The Gap Band,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Move,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magazine,
Chris & Cosey,
Harmonia,
Pole,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pop Group,
The Alarm Clocks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Offenders,
Prince Buster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sister Nancy,
The Walker Brothers,
X-102,
Essential Logic,
Basic Channel,
Scan 7,
The Beau Brummels,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.