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 Papua New Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Average White Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Howard Jones,
R.M.O.,
Monolake,
Mad Mike,
Nation of Ulysses,
Prince Buster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Parry Music,
Albert Ayler,
Tommy Roe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Order,
Pantytec,
the Human League,
Godley & Creme,
OOIOO,
The Human League,
Deepchord,
Wally Richardson,
In Retrospect,
Ossler,
The Cramps,
Grey Daturas,
Index,
The Smoke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spandau Ballet,
Guru Guru,
The Skatalites,
The Kinks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Womack,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ponytail,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Skriet,
Minnie Riperton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantaleimon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Henry Cow,
Slick Rick,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Sneak,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
Yazoo,
Scion,
10cc,
Organ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Zeros,
Blossom Toes,
The Motions,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.