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 Czech Republic 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Doors to the crunk 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Parry Music,
Alton Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter and Kerry,
Letta Mbulu,
kango's stein massive,
U.S. Maple,
The Victims,
The Pop Group,
The Knickerbockers,
The Buckinghams,
Faraquet,
Althea and Donna,
Stetsasonic,
Fad Gadget,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Starr,
Ralphi Rosario,
Buzzcocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Janne Schatter,
Black Moon,
Alice Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dawn Penn,
the Human League,
Ultravox,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Hill,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young,
Arcadia,
The Selecter,
Iggy Pop,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Pus,
Donald Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter & Gordon,
Monolake,
Television Personalities,
Animal Collective,
Cameo,
The Dirtbombs,
the Bar-Kays,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Move,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doors,
David McCallum,
The Tremeloes,
Hoover,
Quantec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
The Toasters,
Pulsallama,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.