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 Switzerland and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Skriet to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Davy DMX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terry Callier,
E-Dancer,
Accadde A,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Piero Umiliani,
Sandy B,
Joe Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
a-ha,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharoah Sanders,
F. McDonald,
Radio Birdman,
Black Bananas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camouflage,
Matthew Halsall,
Television,
The Stooges,
Joensuu 1685,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Sherman,
Grauzone,
Ossler,
Duran Duran,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deadbeat,
Neu!,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Certain Ratio,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Charles Mingus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oneida,
The Martian,
JFA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Archie Shepp,
The Pop Group,
Skriet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Los Fastidios,
Erykah Badu,
LL Cool J,
Lindisfarne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DNA,
The Modern Lovers,
Lyres,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.