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 Barbados and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Goldenarms to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers,
Aloha Tigers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television Personalities,
China Crisis,
Fugazi,
Marmalade,
The Victims,
Laurel Aitken,
ABC,
Black Sheep,
Ponytail,
Von Mondo,
Gang of Four,
Circle Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New York Dolls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terry Callier,
Sparks,
Joyce Sims,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
Goldenarms,
Rotary Connection,
L. Decosne,
Adolescents,
Zapp,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cowsills,
The Pop Group,
Nils Olav,
Fela Kuti,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick Morgan,
The Durutti Column,
The Doobie Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Idris Muhammad,
the Normal,
New Order,
Pulsallama,
The Fall,
Suburban Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Toni Rubio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cybotron,
Whodini,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scion,
Japan,
Joey Negro,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gabor Szabo,
LL Cool J,
The Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.