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 Swaziland and from Delhi.
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 Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Whodini to the grunge 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Traffic Nightmare,
OOIOO,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Enemy,
ABBA,
R.M.O.,
Tom Boy,
Cluster,
Roger Hodgson,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q and Not U,
The Remains,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster,
The Moody Blues,
The Seeds,
FM Einheit,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare,
Arcadia,
Hashim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Buckinghams,
Young Marble Giants,
Parry Music,
Albert Ayler,
Sandy B,
Motorama,
Judy Mowatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
Half Japanese,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Invisible,
Soft Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eurythmics,
Pierre Henry,
Animal Collective,
Little Man,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visage,
David Bowie,
Guru Guru,
Ronnie Foster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sixth Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scratch Acid,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.