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 Moldova 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ornette Coleman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Toni Rubio,
Danielle Patucci,
Warren Ellis,
Zapp,
The Angels of Light,
The Misunderstood,
Desert Stars,
Newcleus,
The Skatalites,
The Blues Magoos,
The Associates,
Lower 48,
Ten City,
Khruangbin,
Tom Boy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Idris Muhammad,
Lucky Dragons,
Moebius,
The Saints,
The Remains,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scion,
Bush Tetras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magazine,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moleskins,
Todd Terry,
DJ Style,
Frankie Knuckles,
Curtis Mayfield,
Second Layer,
Soul II Soul,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
a-ha,
Sight & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Royal Trux,
China Crisis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Liliput,
The Dead C,
Babytalk,
Black Bananas,
Connie Case,
Motorama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Dark Day,
the Slits,
Franke,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Starr,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Count Five,
Mars,
Pulsallama,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.