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 Ecuador and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Flash Fearless to the rap 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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Bluetip,
Tears for Fears,
Davy DMX,
The Names,
Cluster,
Pussy Galore,
Oblivians,
Livin' Joy,
Maleditus Sound,
EPMD,
Wally Richardson,
Goldenarms,
Sound Behaviour,
Gabor Szabo,
John Coltrane,
The Wake,
Pylon,
Agent Orange,
Popol Vuh,
The Selecter,
The Techniques,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Adolescents,
KRS-One,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Talk Talk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
World's Most,
PIL,
Crash Course in Science,
Ken Boothe,
Rosa Yemen,
Masters at Work,
Ludus,
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television Personalities,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Bananas,
AZ,
Eurythmics,
Junior Murvin,
Suicide,
Chrome,
Massinfluence,
Quando Quango,
Skaos,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonic Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neu!,
T.S.O.L.,
H. Thieme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.