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 Senegal and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grunge 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Associates,
Ultra Naté,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Negative Approach,
Todd Rundgren,
Average White Band,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Massinfluence,
The Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Guru Guru,
The Blues Magoos,
China Crisis,
Ken Boothe,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hoover,
Television,
Sonic Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Flesh Eaters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Easy Going,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dirtbombs,
The Leaves,
Goldenarms,
The Remains,
Fat Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Grauzone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
H. Thieme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Happenings,
Scratch Acid,
Skarface,
The Birthday Party,
The Martian,
Interpol,
DNA,
Derrick May,
Wings,
John Coltrane,
Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brass Construction,
Newcleus,
Reagan Youth,
the Human League,
the Slits,
Magma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.