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 Maldives and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the techno 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crooked Eye,
Camberwell Now,
Jacques Brel,
Hashim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Age Steppers,
Rekid,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cowsills,
The Vogues,
Lucky Dragons,
the Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Drexciya,
Byron Stingily,
PIL,
MDC,
Eurythmics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
Kaleidoscope,
The Grass Roots,
Silicon Teens,
Tom Boy,
Fatback Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Prince Buster,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ossler,
Half Japanese,
F. McDonald,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Busters,
World's Most,
Jeff Mills,
Skarface,
Country Teasers,
Kenny Larkin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Icehouse,
The Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Smooth,
Moss Icon,
The Evens,
Maleditus Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vainqueur,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Womack,
Agent Orange,
Talk Talk,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.