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 Lebanon and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Gladiators to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One 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?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chrome,
Robert Wyatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Martian,
The Trojans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Motorama,
The Cure,
Crooked Eye,
Ten City,
Aural Exciters,
Davy DMX,
the Normal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glenn Branca,
Hoover,
MC5,
The Beau Brummels,
Sam Rivers,
Brass Construction,
Eurythmics,
David Axelrod,
John Foxx,
The Seeds,
a-ha,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
Simply Red,
Ituana,
U.S. Maple,
Amazonics,
Ultravox,
Scientists,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Finger,
Q and Not U,
The Move,
Essential Logic,
ABC,
the Human League,
Bluetip,
The Dirtbombs,
Piero Umiliani,
Bad Manners,
Yusef Lateef,
Alison Limerick,
Aaron Thompson,
Spandau Ballet,
Boredoms,
Sight & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Fat Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reagan Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick Morgan,
Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.