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 Armenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 Mark Hollis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Gang Green,
Bill Wells,
Marvin Gaye,
Magazine,
The Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flash Fearless,
CMW,
Royal Trux,
DJ Sneak,
Severed Heads,
Anthony Braxton,
Fugazi,
The Velvet Underground,
Joey Negro,
PIL,
the Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Janne Schatter,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Goldenarms,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dave Clark Five,
cv313,
Young Marble Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smoke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funkadelic,
Darondo,
Tomorrow,
Section 25,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Main Source,
Sight & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delta 5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ponytail,
Little Man,
Lou Christie,
June Days,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mummies,
Tubeway Army,
Isaac Hayes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Icehouse,
Barry Ungar,
Yaz,
Simply Red,
Dual Sessions,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.