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 Korea North and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Eddi Front to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Underground Resistance,
Qualms,
CMW,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Babytalk,
Tommy Roe,
Lindisfarne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monks,
Nico,
Eric Dolphy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young,
The Skatalites,
The Red Krayola,
Essential Logic,
The Invisible,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Sheep,
Franke,
Half Japanese,
Gichy Dan,
Pylon,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gories,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Residents,
Dual Sessions,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arthur Verocai,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slick Rick,
Lower 48,
Los Fastidios,
Aaron Thompson,
Mission of Burma,
The Walker Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June of 44,
Stiv Bators,
Stetsasonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minny Pops,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Laurel Aitken,
Al Stewart,
Clear Light,
Robert Görl,
Judy Mowatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thee Headcoats,
Sixth Finger,
Howard Jones,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.