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 Algeria and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Moebius 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rekid,
Carl Craig,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Dolphy,
Marvin Gaye,
Pierre Henry,
MC5,
The Standells,
Fugazi,
The Mummies,
Schoolly D,
Sarah Menescal,
Quadrant,
F. McDonald,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
In Retrospect,
Unwound,
Severed Heads,
Cybotron,
Scan 7,
The Golliwogs,
Index,
Quando Quango,
Deepchord,
June of 44,
Soft Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nico,
Cymande,
Livin' Joy,
Excepter,
The Martian,
Eric Copeland,
Rotary Connection,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Moon,
Wally Richardson,
The United States of America,
Gang Starr,
David McCallum,
Tres Demented,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monolake,
Morten Harket,
Thompson Twins,
Malaria!,
E-Dancer,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Animal Collective,
10cc,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.