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 Kuwait and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grime 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Trumans Water,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fad Gadget,
Visage,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacques Brel,
Camberwell Now,
Pharoah Sanders,
Smog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mummies,
The Remains,
Graham Central Station,
This Heat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sandy B,
Peter & Gordon,
Brick,
Gong,
The Techniques,
Dennis Brown,
Tubeway Army,
Tres Demented,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Simply Red,
Dark Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Names,
Intrusion,
Rites of Spring,
Soulsonic Force,
Fear,
Mark Hollis,
Cheater Slicks,
The J.B.'s,
the Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moebius,
Piero Umiliani,
Spoonie Gee,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Trojans,
The Angels of Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Grey Daturas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxy Music,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Copeland,
The Gories,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.