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 India and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Tim Buckley to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Quadrant,
Theoretical Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Crash Course in Science,
Stockholm Monsters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joy Division,
Popol Vuh,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quando Quango,
The Victims,
The Stooges,
Mantronix,
Gang of Four,
Godley & Creme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amazonics,
The Offenders,
The Searchers,
Public Enemy,
Schoolly D,
Althea and Donna,
Altered Images,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scrapy,
Wasted Youth,
cv313,
Easy Going,
Inner City,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül II,
Basic Channel,
Siglo XX,
Shuggie Otis,
Yaz,
Country Teasers,
Marshall Jefferson,
FM Einheit,
John Cale,
DJ Style,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Star Department,
Marmalade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Terry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stiv Bators,
T. Rex,
Thee Headcoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Five Americans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oneida,
Laurel Aitken,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.