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 Solomon Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Divine Comedy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Flipper,
Quando Quango,
Gong,
Khruangbin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Isaac Hayes,
The Index,
Sugar Minott,
New York Dolls,
Thee Headcoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter & Gordon,
Fat Boys,
T. Rex,
These Immortal Souls,
Rites of Spring,
Brothers Johnson,
kango's stein massive,
Chris & Cosey,
Niagra,
Can,
The Offenders,
Glenn Branca,
Subhumans,
MDC,
The Divine Comedy,
Hardrive,
Moss Icon,
Main Source,
Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Amazonics,
Colin Newman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yazoo,
the Sonics,
Second Layer,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sonics,
Little Man,
Qualms,
Vladislav Delay,
Warren Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Monolake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Massinfluence,
The Martian,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.