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 Iceland and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Absolute Body Control to the jazz 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cameo,
Kaleidoscope,
Maurizio,
The Moleskins,
ABBA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris Corsano,
Minor Threat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jawbox,
Bill Wells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quando Quango,
Alphaville,
Soft Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hot Snakes,
Moss Icon,
Bauhaus,
X-102,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick May,
Ralphi Rosario,
Smog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Young Marble Giants,
Pylon,
Theoretical Girls,
Faust,
Television Personalities,
Flipper,
Unrelated Segments,
the Association,
Boredoms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slick Rick,
Alice Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Pole,
Gang of Four,
Infiniti,
Aural Exciters,
Zapp,
Junior Murvin,
Delta 5,
Excepter,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.