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 Brunei and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Livin' Joy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fat Boys,
FM Einheit,
The Misunderstood,
Arab on Radar,
Television,
John Holt,
The Cowsills,
Junior Murvin,
Josef K,
Von Mondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
This Heat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lee Hazlewood,
Second Layer,
Dual Sessions,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Style,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Steve Hackett,
Skriet,
Jeff Mills,
The Toasters,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smiths,
Malaria!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moleskins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
Youth Brigade,
The Mojo Men,
Model 500,
In Retrospect,
The Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Spoonie Gee,
Skaos,
Davy DMX,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Sneak,
Inner City,
Wasted Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Albert Ayler,
Man Parrish,
Camouflage,
Ponytail,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.