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 Gabon and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Residents to the punk 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
K-Klass,
Easy Going,
John Holt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bluetip,
Funkadelic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Association,
Index,
Moby Grape,
This Heat,
Swell Maps,
cv313,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Move,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David McCallum,
Excepter,
Bill Near,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flipper,
Alphaville,
The Happenings,
Theoretical Girls,
Sugar Minott,
The Cramps,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Parrish,
The Busters,
The Fugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oneida,
The Victims,
Camouflage,
Kas Product,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smoke,
Black Flag,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Green,
Adolescents,
The Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Motorama,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gladiators,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Bourne,
Wire,
Aural Exciters,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.