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 New Zealand and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in 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 EPMD to the rock 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eli Mardock,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terry Callier,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mark Hollis,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy Collins,
The Human League,
The Kinks,
Radiohead,
Graham Central Station,
Jimmy McGriff,
Metal Thangz,
Harmonia,
OOIOO,
Warren Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chrome,
Lakeside,
The United States of America,
CMW,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agitation Free,
Symarip,
Easy Going,
Funkadelic,
The Stooges,
Hoover,
The Pretty Things,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scan 7,
The Dirtbombs,
AZ,
Agent Orange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gories,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MDC,
Country Teasers,
Erykah Badu,
Loose Ends,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anakelly,
Average White Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Al Stewart,
ABC,
Pagans,
Johnny Clarke,
The Count Five,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Swans,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.