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 Paraguay and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric Copeland to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nik Kershaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delta 5,
Joy Division,
Fear,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
H. Thieme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blues Magoos,
Cymande,
The Tremeloes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stetsasonic,
The Leaves,
Faust,
Malaria!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gong,
The Wake,
Andrew Hill,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Almond,
Wire,
The Young Rascals,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Sneak,
Dark Day,
Black Bananas,
Alison Limerick,
Procol Harum,
Mars,
Alton Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drive Like Jehu,
The J.B.'s,
Ohio Players,
Fela Kuti,
LL Cool J,
Howard Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Near,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Modern Lovers,
Supertramp,
Lalann,
Gang Starr,
The Knickerbockers,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.