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 Liechtenstein and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Alphaville to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Amon Düül,
Spoonie Gee,
The Evens,
Boredoms,
Jeff Lynne,
The Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cybotron,
kango's stein massive,
H. Thieme,
Bill Wells,
Black Pus,
Brand Nubian,
Black Sheep,
The Cowsills,
Magazine,
Tubeway Army,
Pagans,
Eve St. Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül II,
Joy Division,
Pantytec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Malaria!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultra Naté,
Whodini,
Blake Baxter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxette,
Marmalade,
Quando Quango,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Velvet Underground,
Scientists,
Sällskapet,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Iggy Pop,
Radio Birdman,
Wings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare,
Kurtis Blow,
The Angels of Light,
E-Dancer,
Nick Fraelich,
Erasure,
Stetsasonic,
Bauhaus,
The Moleskins,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronan,
Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.