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 Angola and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Fuzztones,
The Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Marine Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
The American Breed,
Excepter,
New Age Steppers,
The Residents,
Fugazi,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Reagan Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Pulsallama,
Wire,
Matthew Bourne,
The Star Department,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Godley & Creme,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Clarke,
Joey Negro,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Michelle Simonal,
Sister Nancy,
Sight & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Livin' Joy,
Eden Ahbez,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
This Heat,
10cc,
Television,
Max Romeo,
Cameo,
Joe Finger,
The Doors,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Heaven 17,
Hardrive,
The Slits,
Delta 5,
Brick,
The Velvet Underground,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
AZ,
Fluxion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monolake,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pop Group,
Minutemen,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.