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 Nicaragua and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the punk 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Audionom,
Ituana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul II Soul,
Peter and Kerry,
Minny Pops,
The Walker Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Womack,
The Kinks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Infiniti,
the Normal,
The Star Department,
Anakelly,
Lucky Dragons,
JFA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gong,
Soulsonic Force,
Delta 5,
The Sound,
The Gories,
Susan Cadogan,
Connie Case,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ice-T,
Mark Hollis,
The Neon Judgement,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Underground Resistance,
Eden Ahbez,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Almond,
The Flesh Eaters,
Theoretical Girls,
EPMD,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funkadelic,
Excepter,
The Birthday Party,
Severed Heads,
Kayak,
Cluster,
Shoche,
Hashim,
Visage,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Invisible,
Mo-Dettes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Y Pants,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mummies,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.