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 Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 B.T. Express to the jazz 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Boz Scaggs,
Fad Gadget,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra,
Aaron Thompson,
Minor Threat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barry Ungar,
Wasted Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
The Move,
Average White Band,
Funkadelic,
T. Rex,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Kinks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Style,
Janne Schatter,
Bush Tetras,
Sam Rivers,
X-102,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Copeland,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Litter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers,
Little Man,
The Mummies,
Sparks,
Monks,
The Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Outsiders,
Moby Grape,
The Music Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Youth Brigade,
Junior Murvin,
David Bowie,
Michelle Simonal,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Wyatt,
The Invisible,
Pylon,
Scrapy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dave Gahan,
MC5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hardrive,
Royal Trux,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.