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 Uzbekistan and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blues Magoos to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Nico,
Inner City,
Oblivians,
Kerri Chandler,
Clear Light,
The Moleskins,
Roger Hodgson,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
10cc,
FM Einheit,
Sixth Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magazine,
Cybotron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terry Callier,
The Seeds,
Mars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Busters,
Steve Hackett,
The Standells,
New Age Steppers,
Yusef Lateef,
Ponytail,
John Lydon,
The Count Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Fluxion,
Albert Ayler,
Gabor Szabo,
Delta 5,
Yellowson,
Bluetip,
Andrew Hill,
Los Fastidios,
Pole,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Connie Case,
Byron Stingily,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smiths,
Gang of Four,
Franke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tim Buckley,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ten City,
Funky Four + One,
Arab on Radar,
The Smoke,
Lungfish,
T.S.O.L.,
Angry Samoans,
Erasure,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.