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 Vanuatu and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Intrusion to the jazz 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Bronski Beat,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Cell,
The Wake,
KRS-One,
The Happenings,
Thompson Twins,
Yellowson,
Albert Ayler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June Days,
Fluxion,
Marvin Gaye,
Camouflage,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry's Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Hood,
The Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Donald Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crooked Eye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
Laurel Aitken,
June of 44,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pole,
John Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Outsiders,
Absolute Body Control,
Section 25,
Eric Dolphy,
Hasil Adkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Mills,
Ossler,
Black Flag,
Stetsasonic,
Marmalade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül II,
The Victims,
Mission of Burma,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun City Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Los Fastidios,
Rosa Yemen,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.