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 Mongolia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Pole,
X-101,
Lower 48,
Brothers Johnson,
The Happenings,
Sonic Youth,
The Invisible,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Theoretical Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Dave Gahan,
Skaos,
The Star Department,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Hill,
Wolf Eyes,
Schoolly D,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-102,
DJ Style,
Model 500,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Byron Stingily,
the Association,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Scrapy,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young,
Visage,
Motorama,
The Standells,
Alphaville,
Scratch Acid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Kinks,
Donny Hathaway,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Accadde A,
Marine Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Radiohead,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Wake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flash Fearless,
The Offenders,
Leonard Cohen,
Bad Manners,
Robert Hood,
Niagra,
Main Source,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxy Music,
The Martian,
Piero Umiliani,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.