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 Armenia 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Sarah Menescal to the grunge 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Vainqueur,
Franke,
The Star Department,
Faraquet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Starr,
The Music Machine,
Severed Heads,
Easy Going,
Silicon Teens,
Excepter,
Rufus Thomas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rites of Spring,
The Birthday Party,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television Personalities,
Ice-T,
The Sonics,
LL Cool J,
the Human League,
The Gap Band,
The Moody Blues,
Godley & Creme,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cramps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ludus,
The Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dead C,
Wire,
Amon Düül II,
Inner City,
The Velvet Underground,
Schoolly D,
New Age Steppers,
The Slackers,
Sonic Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scan 7,
Bluetip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eli Mardock,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
X-Ray Spex,
The Invisible,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.