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 Belize and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gladiators to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Ituana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
JFA,
Niagra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Almond,
The Mummies,
Sam Rivers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mark Hollis,
The Mojo Men,
Godley & Creme,
the Normal,
John Lydon,
Agent Orange,
Warsaw,
The Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Hasil Adkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Livin' Joy,
Cecil Taylor,
the Bar-Kays,
Vainqueur,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skaos,
Soul II Soul,
Danielle Patucci,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Babytalk,
The Star Department,
LL Cool J,
Wally Richardson,
D'Angelo,
Flash Fearless,
The Selecter,
The Real Kids,
Wire,
Bang On A Can,
The Martian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scan 7,
Parry Music,
Buzzcocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Sex Pistols,
Urselle,
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
Dark Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Talk Talk,
Siglo XX,
Magma,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.