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 Ireland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aloha Tigers to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
David McCallum,
Reuben Wilson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Soul II Soul,
Q65,
Popol Vuh,
Maleditus Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Magma,
Spoonie Gee,
Subhumans,
Duran Duran,
Ludus,
La Düsseldorf,
Barrington Levy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Model 500,
Tears for Fears,
Bluetip,
The Fuzztones,
Scrapy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dead C,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Kinks,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Womack,
Oneida,
Heaven 17,
Aswad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Fraelich,
Susan Cadogan,
Swans,
Cameo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
H. Thieme,
The Happenings,
Dave Gahan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donny Hathaway,
Infiniti,
Inner City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Machine,
Television Personalities,
Severed Heads,
Lindisfarne,
Masters at Work,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.