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 Ukraine and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Talk Talk to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Trojans,
Technova,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter & Gordon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fatback Band,
The Music Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Bananas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispy Ambulance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dawn Penn,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris Corsano,
The Skatalites,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Rites of Spring,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heaven 17,
Monks,
Lou Reed,
Isaac Hayes,
Negative Approach,
Hot Snakes,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Enemy,
Kas Product,
Mo-Dettes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Michelle Simonal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Don Cherry,
Donny Hathaway,
Aural Exciters,
Jawbox,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Leaves,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Remains,
Eddi Front,
The Blackbyrds,
Minnie Riperton,
Fear,
Joe Finger,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Bourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.