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 San Marino 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Pantaleimon 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unrelated Segments,
Surgeon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moby Grape,
X-102,
Lindisfarne,
Second Layer,
The Divine Comedy,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scion,
The Busters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soul Sonic Force,
R.M.O.,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Sneak,
Skaos,
ABC,
X-Ray Spex,
The Remains,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sound,
Television Personalities,
Amazonics,
Stiv Bators,
Marine Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris & Cosey,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blake Baxter,
Swell Maps,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sixth Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monolake,
Au Pairs,
The Victims,
Kerri Chandler,
Suburban Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shoche,
T.S.O.L.,
The Invisible,
Quantec,
Spoonie Gee,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers,
Easy Going,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.