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 Belize and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Swell Maps,
Gang Starr,
FM Einheit,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerri Chandler,
X-102,
Clear Light,
Fear,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young,
Outsiders,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra,
James White and The Blacks,
Bob Dylan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ituana,
Bobby Womack,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Busters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deepchord,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris Corsano,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MC5,
Q and Not U,
Suicide,
Procol Harum,
Marmalade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Icehouse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Trojans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
The New Christs,
Ultra Naté,
The Birthday Party,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Dave Gahan,
the Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
June Days,
Black Sheep,
Warren Ellis,
Skriet,
Chris & Cosey,
Sandy B,
Bang On A Can,
Vainqueur,
The Monochrome Set,
Altered Images,
Reuben Wilson,
Alison Limerick,
The Remains,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.