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 Slovakia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Inner City,
Vladislav Delay,
Slick Rick,
Cluster,
Jacob Miller,
Au Pairs,
The Litter,
Yellowson,
John Lydon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moleskins,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Last Poets,
Nils Olav,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare,
Robert Wyatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June Days,
Infiniti,
Godley & Creme,
Mantronix,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül,
Grauzone,
Siglo XX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Japan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deepchord,
Barry Ungar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yaz,
Joensuu 1685,
Stereo Dub,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television,
James White and The Blacks,
Michelle Simonal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joy Division,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
The United States of America,
The Fortunes,
Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Goldenarms,
Crash Course in Science,
Shoche,
FM Einheit,
Flash Fearless,
Minutemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.