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 Chile and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Little Man to the crunk 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Reagan Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
H. Thieme,
MDC,
The Walker Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Minny Pops,
Rod Modell,
Colin Newman,
The Raincoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marvin Gaye,
the Bar-Kays,
Los Fastidios,
Quantec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mandrill,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camberwell Now,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Ponytail,
Yazoo,
Livin' Joy,
Magma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABBA,
The Red Krayola,
Das Ding,
Section 25,
Brand Nubian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Zero Boys,
Pulsallama,
Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harry Pussy,
David Axelrod,
June of 44,
Amon Düül II,
Don Cherry,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minor Threat,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Davy DMX,
Scion,
Neu!,
Ronnie Foster,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.