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 Bulgaria and from Accra.
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 Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the techno 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Move,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harry Pussy,
Monks,
Man Parrish,
Average White Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fear,
Pagans,
Joy Division,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Walker Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Shoche,
Sandy B,
Minny Pops,
Young Marble Giants,
The Last Poets,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Wells,
The Beau Brummels,
Second Layer,
Franke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bad Manners,
The Evens,
Althea and Donna,
Ossler,
the Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Halsall,
L. Decosne,
The Moleskins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
48th St. Collective,
Rod Modell,
the Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blues Magoos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Make Up,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
The Star Department,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skriet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.