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 Nigeria and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Yusef Lateef to the punk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Technova,
Alphaville,
Crispy Ambulance,
Malaria!,
Yaz,
The Smiths,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Names,
Funky Four + One,
Wolf Eyes,
New Age Steppers,
The Buckinghams,
Max Romeo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Juan Atkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerri Chandler,
H. Thieme,
Barry Ungar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Birthday Party,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hoover,
Whodini,
The Skatalites,
Unwound,
Judy Mowatt,
Zapp,
Black Bananas,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry's Kids,
Newcleus,
Minnie Riperton,
David Bowie,
ABBA,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masters at Work,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Charles Mingus,
Rakim,
Q65,
Joe Finger,
The Music Machine,
Talk Talk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
Maleditus Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Gang of Four,
Accadde A,
The Mojo Men,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Symarip,
The Fuzztones,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.