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 Bhutan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Holger Czukay 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 Young Rascals 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Eli Mardock,
Thee Headcoats,
Half Japanese,
Ituana,
Dennis Brown,
Livin' Joy,
Shuggie Otis,
MDC,
Albert Ayler,
Terry Callier,
Max Romeo,
Pulsallama,
Niagra,
Oneida,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Green,
The Young Rascals,
The Offenders,
Harry Pussy,
The Invisible,
Hardrive,
Al Stewart,
Rekid,
Rod Modell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Babytalk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang On A Can,
Pussy Galore,
Hasil Adkins,
D'Angelo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fortunes,
10cc,
Toni Rubio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Morten Harket,
Janne Schatter,
Hoover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yusef Lateef,
Main Source,
Vladislav Delay,
Shoche,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Technova,
Masters at Work,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Desert Stars,
The Selecter,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.