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 Eritrea and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The American Breed,
Camberwell Now,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scan 7,
Girls At Our Best!,
Second Layer,
Babytalk,
Michelle Simonal,
Urselle,
Kevin Saunderson,
La Düsseldorf,
Minnie Riperton,
the Bar-Kays,
Neu!,
Siglo XX,
Laurel Aitken,
The Vogues,
Franke,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pulsallama,
The Divine Comedy,
Oblivians,
Suicide,
Suburban Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Young Rascals,
Y Pants,
Matthew Bourne,
Young Marble Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultimate Spinach,
Darondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacques Brel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zero Boys,
Davy DMX,
Glenn Branca,
Rufus Thomas,
Mandrill,
Bush Tetras,
Arcadia,
Magma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rod Modell,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed,
Panda Bear,
Albert Ayler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brand Nubian,
The Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Copeland,
Minor Threat,
Roxy Music,
Supertramp,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.