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 Benin and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Young Rascals to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Susan Cadogan,
The New Christs,
Thee Headcoats,
Pagans,
DJ Style,
Camouflage,
New York Dolls,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter & Gordon,
KRS-One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxy Music,
Lindisfarne,
Duran Duran,
Glenn Branca,
Eli Mardock,
Sonic Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ken Boothe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erykah Badu,
Sister Nancy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Pole,
Model 500,
Dark Day,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blues Magoos,
June Days,
Alice Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Spoonie Gee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Joy Division,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Dolphy,
Parry Music,
Pussy Galore,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Trojans,
Yellowson,
Black Moon,
The Young Rascals,
Alphaville,
Bob Dylan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flash Fearless,
Brothers Johnson,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.