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 Equatorial Guinea and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Pylon to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Sneak,
The Walker Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Lindisfarne,
Fluxion,
John Lydon,
Robert Görl,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick May,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barrington Levy,
James White and The Blacks,
ABBA,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nirvana,
The Cure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Foxx,
Faraquet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Accadde A,
Girls At Our Best!,
Josef K,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Sugar Minott,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Model 500,
Rekid,
Faust,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eli Mardock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Desert Stars,
Brass Construction,
Jawbox,
Eric Dolphy,
The Stooges,
Skarface,
Grauzone,
Cameo,
Donny Hathaway,
June Days,
Henry Cow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Lower 48,
Technova,
10cc,
Fad Gadget,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.