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 Cambodia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Rites of Spring,
Mantronix,
Zero Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Invisible,
Clear Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Womack,
Crash Course in Science,
The Techniques,
Buzzcocks,
John Lydon,
Thee Headcoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terry Callier,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed,
Gabor Szabo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
D'Angelo,
Harry Pussy,
Harmonia,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Finger,
The Names,
Albert Ayler,
Youth Brigade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Carl Craig,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Little Man,
the Bar-Kays,
Metal Thangz,
Ken Boothe,
Morten Harket,
Eden Ahbez,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
F. McDonald,
Crooked Eye,
The Victims,
The Music Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Television Personalities,
Sugar Minott,
Nirvana,
The Gun Club,
Deakin,
Babytalk,
Marmalade,
Quadrant,
Jacob Miller,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.