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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 The Grass Roots to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Motions,
Joy Division,
Mandrill,
Ronan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Nils Olav,
Basic Channel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
OOIOO,
Spoonie Gee,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monochrome Set,
John Lydon,
EPMD,
Brass Construction,
Eurythmics,
The Mojo Men,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anakelly,
Desert Stars,
The Techniques,
Darondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
Severed Heads,
Bauhaus,
Barry Ungar,
The Pop Group,
Fat Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tommy Roe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jawbox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Model 500,
Q and Not U,
Au Pairs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Trumans Water,
Infiniti,
Nik Kershaw,
The Zeros,
Lucky Dragons,
Archie Shepp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick,
Fela Kuti,
Bluetip,
Kenny Larkin,
Albert Ayler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
K-Klass,
Pole,
Derrick May,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül,
China Crisis,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.