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 Hungary and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Sight & Sound to the crunk 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Mummies,
Magazine,
Juan Atkins,
Trumans Water,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Green,
Organ,
Ronnie Foster,
Index,
Faust,
The Pretty Things,
Faraquet,
The Last Poets,
Basic Channel,
Bad Manners,
Nico,
Warsaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
DNA,
Sun City Girls,
Easy Going,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Don Cherry,
Harry Pussy,
The Wake,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Finger,
Funky Four + One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
This Heat,
Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moody Blues,
The Seeds,
Mantronix,
PIL,
Nick Fraelich,
Fatback Band,
Agent Orange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gun Club,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Copeland,
Lyres,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.