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 Sri Lanka and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Sound Behaviour to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tres Demented,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blancmange,
DJ Sneak,
The Mojo Men,
Cluster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ohio Players,
Fugazi,
Marine Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Music Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter and Kerry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jawbox,
Gichy Dan,
Warren Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ponytail,
Franke,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
La Düsseldorf,
T. Rex,
Whodini,
Glambeats Corp.,
These Immortal Souls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kayak,
Little Man,
Howard Jones,
John Foxx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Hill,
Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ludus,
Arcadia,
The Vogues,
The Stooges,
Gong,
Rotary Connection,
Ultravox,
10cc,
AZ,
Nirvana,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.