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 Turkmenistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Red Krayola to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Scan 7,
Alton Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Holt,
Boz Scaggs,
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
Agitation Free,
X-Ray Spex,
Fugazi,
The Mojo Men,
Basic Channel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Bush Tetras,
UT,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
Moebius,
The Vogues,
Roger Hodgson,
The Walker Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Jandek,
Rosa Yemen,
Thompson Twins,
Dennis Brown,
The Mummies,
Black Sheep,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang of Four,
Swans,
Fat Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Kurtis Blow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mars,
Hashim,
Dual Sessions,
The New Christs,
Zapp,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Leaves,
The Associates,
Black Flag,
Rotary Connection,
Davy DMX,
EPMD,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultra Naté,
Bang On A Can,
The Durutti Column,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pop Group,
New Age Steppers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.