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 Bahrain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the techno 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythm & Sound,
UT,
The Associates,
Cybotron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magma,
Bob Dylan,
Fela Kuti,
the Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Loose Ends,
Brass Construction,
The Last Poets,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roger Hodgson,
Severed Heads,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare,
PIL,
Lalann,
Model 500,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
EPMD,
Eden Ahbez,
T. Rex,
The Angels of Light,
Morten Harket,
Banda Bassotti,
David Bowie,
The Smoke,
James White and The Blacks,
Absolute Body Control,
Shoche,
Unrelated Segments,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Althea and Donna,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Five Americans,
Goldenarms,
OOIOO,
Agitation Free,
The Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
Fear,
Josef K,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker,
Darondo,
Davy DMX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minutemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxy Music,
Boredoms,
Leonard Cohen,
Swell Maps,
The Cure,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.