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 Chad and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Association to the crunk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül II,
the Germs,
Donald Byrd,
The Move,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Cell,
Fear,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Hood,
Ponytail,
ABC,
Henry Cow,
Camberwell Now,
Stereo Dub,
Monolake,
Dual Sessions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cowsills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bob Dylan,
X-Ray Spex,
Warsaw,
Rotary Connection,
MDC,
Swell Maps,
Massinfluence,
This Heat,
Andrew Hill,
Ten City,
The Modern Lovers,
Lucky Dragons,
Susan Cadogan,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brass Construction,
Tubeway Army,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Brand Nubian,
Cybotron,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Womack,
ABBA,
Black Moon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bluetip,
Gang Green,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Make Up,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funky Four + One,
Mars,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.