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 Ecuador and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Average White Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Stooges,
Barrington Levy,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bluetip,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sugar Minott,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lungfish,
Joyce Sims,
Harry Pussy,
Albert Ayler,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Ludus,
The Techniques,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Howard Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suicide,
Delta 5,
The Moleskins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Clear Light,
The Selecter,
The Fuzztones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The New Christs,
The Martian,
Lakeside,
John Foxx,
New Order,
The Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
Idris Muhammad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dirtbombs,
Section 25,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Max Romeo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Simply Red,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang of Four,
Massinfluence,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Hill,
Ponytail,
Deakin,
Organ,
Pagans,
The Dead C,
Infiniti,
Von Mondo,
DJ Style,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.