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 Ireland and from Beijing.
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 Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Names to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Faraquet,
Godley & Creme,
Supertramp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Maurizio,
Eli Mardock,
Alphaville,
Essential Logic,
Ice-T,
the Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
A Certain Ratio,
The Litter,
The Cowsills,
Kas Product,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flipper,
Marc Almond,
Subhumans,
Khruangbin,
Howard Jones,
Icehouse,
Johnny Clarke,
Skriet,
Mandrill,
DJ Sneak,
Audionom,
Sex Pistols,
Black Sheep,
The Black Dice,
Scion,
10cc,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ponytail,
T.S.O.L.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radio Birdman,
Clear Light,
The Durutti Column,
Nico,
Bobby Womack,
Joy Division,
Aaron Thompson,
Organ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
B.T. Express,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül II,
Tubeway Army,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Wyatt,
Barbara Tucker,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiohead,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.