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 Montenegro 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Godley & Creme to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Mission of Burma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glenn Branca,
The Leaves,
Skarface,
Malaria!,
Eddi Front,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Standells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Machine,
Minutemen,
Cymande,
Suburban Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Animal Collective,
Yaz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Supertramp,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker,
Grauzone,
UT,
Junior Murvin,
Siglo XX,
Blake Baxter,
Mark Hollis,
Isaac Hayes,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Womack,
Desert Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
David McCallum,
Sugar Minott,
The Monochrome Set,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tubeway Army,
Au Pairs,
Morten Harket,
Slave,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sister Nancy,
The Blackbyrds,
Guru Guru,
The Fortunes,
The Pop Group,
Bush Tetras,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Camberwell Now,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.