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 Madagascar and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 The Fall to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yazoo,
Half Japanese,
Underground Resistance,
Camouflage,
Eden Ahbez,
Fat Boys,
Sugar Minott,
The Velvet Underground,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxette,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yusef Lateef,
Cymande,
The Count Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Brass Construction,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Index,
Magazine,
Motorama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Flash Fearless,
Agent Orange,
Bill Wells,
Al Stewart,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deadbeat,
Livin' Joy,
Prince Buster,
Ronnie Foster,
June of 44,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Young Marble Giants,
Infiniti,
Davy DMX,
Cheater Slicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
E-Dancer,
The Saints,
Fear,
World's Most,
Drexciya,
Pharoah Sanders,
Silicon Teens,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultravox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bob Dylan,
Brand Nubian,
Los Fastidios,
Audionom,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lyres,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.