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 Andorra and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Thee Headcoats to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Little Man,
Scan 7,
The Gun Club,
Ituana,
Soft Machine,
This Heat,
Guru Guru,
Jacob Miller,
the Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Brothers Johnson,
Rod Modell,
Bob Dylan,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suicide,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Mills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Terry,
New Order,
T. Rex,
Khruangbin,
Half Japanese,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed,
Joyce Sims,
The Kinks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter & Gordon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ice-T,
Circle Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Adolescents,
Scientists,
Groovy Waters,
June of 44,
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
Darondo,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Clarke,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Smooth,
LL Cool J,
The Pop Group,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alphaville,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.