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 Greece and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 jazz 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Hot Snakes,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arthur Verocai,
Max Romeo,
Infiniti,
Bush Tetras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Sarah Menescal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
10cc,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül II,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantaleimon,
Erasure,
R.M.O.,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roy Ayers,
Byron Stingily,
The Pretty Things,
Lower 48,
Massinfluence,
Index,
Scion,
Nirvana,
Matthew Halsall,
Siglo XX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Görl,
Scrapy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Davy DMX,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Foxx,
Fluxion,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Wyatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Pus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Sheep,
The Human League,
Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
Severed Heads,
Second Layer,
Derrick Morgan,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.