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 Uzbekistan and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Fugazi,
Spoonie Gee,
The Misunderstood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Fraelich,
Ice-T,
Nik Kershaw,
Infiniti,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-102,
8 Eyed Spy,
Model 500,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül II,
Skriet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Icehouse,
X-101,
Anthony Braxton,
Al Stewart,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
Marmalade,
Laurel Aitken,
Rotary Connection,
The Divine Comedy,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boz Scaggs,
K-Klass,
Arthur Verocai,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker,
Trumans Water,
Lightning Bolt,
Excepter,
Amazonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fatback Band,
Circle Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Hashim,
Unwound,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kayak,
B.T. Express,
Donald Byrd,
The Monks,
Country Teasers,
Procol Harum,
Silicon Teens,
Qualms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.