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 Laos and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 a-ha to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Nas,
Joensuu 1685,
John Coltrane,
Ronan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anthony Braxton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Desert Stars,
Patti Smith,
The Red Krayola,
The Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The New Christs,
The Divine Comedy,
Bob Dylan,
Pere Ubu,
Talk Talk,
The Buckinghams,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Stooges,
The Sonics,
Derrick May,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Radio Birdman,
Jawbox,
The Remains,
Fad Gadget,
Archie Shepp,
Boogie Down Productions,
UT,
Pylon,
ABBA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smoke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Litter,
Hoover,
Black Pus,
Bluetip,
DJ Sneak,
Q65,
ABC,
Erykah Badu,
Average White Band,
Infiniti,
The Blues Magoos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Smooth,
Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faraquet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.