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 Portugal and from London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the crunk 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Gang Green,
Faust,
Television Personalities,
Erasure,
Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Royal Trux,
Gang Starr,
The Skatalites,
Trumans Water,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Radio Birdman,
Hashim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maleditus Sound,
Quando Quango,
Kas Product,
Marmalade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare,
The Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Chris Corsano,
Fela Kuti,
Technova,
Kurtis Blow,
Masters at Work,
China Crisis,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
ABBA,
Nas,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Evens,
Black Pus,
Average White Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harpers Bizarre,
R.M.O.,
Bad Manners,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Livin' Joy,
Ossler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jawbox,
Jeff Mills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronnie Foster,
Funkadelic,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agent Orange,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.