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 Mali and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Deepchord to the electroclash 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Siglo XX,
Underground Resistance,
Yellowson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Los Fastidios,
Brothers Johnson,
Eve St. Jones,
Bad Manners,
Cecil Taylor,
The Young Rascals,
Tubeway Army,
Reuben Wilson,
John Holt,
Neil Young,
Accadde A,
The Vogues,
Royal Trux,
Steve Hackett,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smoke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nico,
The Index,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Searchers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barry Ungar,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jandek,
Deadbeat,
The Techniques,
Aloha Tigers,
Ponytail,
Minor Threat,
Intrusion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quando Quango,
the Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rapeman,
Dawn Penn,
Joey Negro,
Cabaret Voltaire,
F. McDonald,
the Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kevin Saunderson,
48th St. Collective,
The Trojans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.