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 United Kingdom 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dual Sessions to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Walker Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Bad Manners,
The Moleskins,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dawn Penn,
The Moody Blues,
Liliput,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Wake,
Neu!,
Monks,
The Pop Group,
Black Flag,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Womack,
Arthur Verocai,
Loose Ends,
the Bar-Kays,
Ohio Players,
Brick,
Second Layer,
Magazine,
Jandek,
David Bowie,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Birthday Party,
David Axelrod,
Roxy Music,
Porter Ricks,
Yazoo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donald Byrd,
Blancmange,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Idris Muhammad,
Charles Mingus,
Lyres,
Deepchord,
Suicide,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eurythmics,
The Red Krayola,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Morten Harket,
Whodini,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.