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 China and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Walker 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hasil Adkins,
The Trojans,
Symarip,
Camberwell Now,
Gichy Dan,
Alton Ellis,
The Litter,
Sound Behaviour,
The Velvet Underground,
Shuggie Otis,
The Selecter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
K-Klass,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare,
Index,
The Smiths,
Los Fastidios,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
Liliput,
Spoonie Gee,
The Five Americans,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Moon,
Sällskapet,
Danielle Patucci,
Leonard Cohen,
The J.B.'s,
Darondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Groovy Waters,
The Slits,
The Slackers,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick May,
Anthony Braxton,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Happenings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siglo XX,
Brass Construction,
Fluxion,
Quadrant,
Little Man,
Aswad,
Toni Rubio,
Faust,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-101,
Eric Copeland,
Trumans Water,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.