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 Botswana and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the electroclash 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
cv313,
Grey Daturas,
The Neon Judgement,
Eurythmics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Near,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brick,
Rakim,
The Techniques,
Nik Kershaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Massinfluence,
Ken Boothe,
The Wake,
Stereo Dub,
Darondo,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young,
The Dirtbombs,
Khruangbin,
Barrington Levy,
Sandy B,
Circle Jerks,
Grauzone,
Section 25,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Wells,
Joey Negro,
Laurel Aitken,
Archie Shepp,
Gastr Del Sol,
JFA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gun Club,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kayak,
The Buckinghams,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brass Construction,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Tremeloes,
Infiniti,
Half Japanese,
The Happenings,
Ludus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Supertramp,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fuzztones,
Maurizio,
Boz Scaggs,
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.