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 Bulgaria and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Organ to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Johnny Clarke,
The Remains,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minutemen,
In Retrospect,
The Zeros,
Ultravox,
Gong,
Khruangbin,
B.T. Express,
Cheater Slicks,
Trumans Water,
The Real Kids,
Crooked Eye,
The Shadows of Knight,
One Last Wish,
Ludus,
Yazoo,
Gang of Four,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
T. Rex,
Tomorrow,
Crime,
Niagra,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül,
Terry Callier,
Severed Heads,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Bar-Kays,
The Young Rascals,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brick,
The Birthday Party,
a-ha,
Barbara Tucker,
Patti Smith,
The New Christs,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rosa Yemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lightning Bolt,
Monolake,
The Knickerbockers,
The Last Poets,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Hill,
Faraquet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mantronix,
Mark Hollis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.