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 Mali and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bob Dylan to the rap 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Order,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Desert Stars,
The Pop Group,
Skriet,
Gang Green,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cameo,
Franke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visage,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rosa Yemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ice-T,
Joyce Sims,
Sugar Minott,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Qualms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slits,
Avey Tare,
KRS-One,
Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vainqueur,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quando Quango,
Janne Schatter,
Fluxion,
Terry Callier,
Connie Case,
Blake Baxter,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Mills,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aswad,
Wolf Eyes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Model 500,
Thompson Twins,
The Gories,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker,
The Fall,
The Moody Blues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chrome,
The Remains,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.