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 Denmark and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Matthew Bourne to the grime 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Steve Hackett,
Tears for Fears,
Brick,
Mission of Burma,
Pulsallama,
The Tremeloes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Carl Craig,
Max Romeo,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultravox,
Bobby Womack,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fat Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Outsiders,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brass Construction,
The Vogues,
Camouflage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
MC5,
Tom Boy,
T. Rex,
The Remains,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sound Behaviour,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
DJ Style,
Bill Near,
Derrick Morgan,
Fluxion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stockholm Monsters,
Los Fastidios,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonic Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dual Sessions,
Hashim,
The Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
R.M.O.,
The Martian,
Avey Tare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Wyatt,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.