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 Tehran.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Warsaw 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dead Boys,
Junior Murvin,
LL Cool J,
Connie Case,
H. Thieme,
Sällskapet,
Fear,
Newcleus,
New York Dolls,
Skriet,
Make Up,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fluxion,
The Pop Group,
Scan 7,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gabor Szabo,
John Cale,
Surgeon,
The Smiths,
Arcadia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Litter,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick May,
Ornette Coleman,
Minutemen,
Black Pus,
Hardrive,
Country Teasers,
The Mummies,
Harry Pussy,
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
Theoretical Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mark Hollis,
Roxy Music,
Livin' Joy,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry's Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bauhaus,
The Grass Roots,
The Names,
Swell Maps,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Trojans,
Neil Young,
the Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alice Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
The Move,
Warren Ellis,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.