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 San Marino and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Brand Nubian to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Al Stewart,
Ultravox,
Shoche,
Das Ding,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick Morgan,
Goldenarms,
Fatback Band,
Brick,
Jacques Brel,
Quadrant,
Dark Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lightning Bolt,
Gabor Szabo,
Hasil Adkins,
Bad Manners,
Average White Band,
Junior Murvin,
FM Einheit,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül II,
Ornette Coleman,
Angry Samoans,
Judy Mowatt,
Barrington Levy,
The Pretty Things,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare,
Danielle Patucci,
L. Decosne,
The Smiths,
Funkadelic,
Ituana,
A Certain Ratio,
Livin' Joy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mandrill,
Grauzone,
Rod Modell,
Altered Images,
Nils Olav,
The Selecter,
Blancmange,
Siglo XX,
Warsaw,
Morten Harket,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swans,
The Trojans,
Funky Four + One,
Suicide,
Roxy Music,
Intrusion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Bowie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
a-ha,
Amon Düül,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.