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 Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sällskapet,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cramps,
The Happenings,
Rakim,
The Motions,
Blossom Toes,
Livin' Joy,
The Associates,
Brick,
Janne Schatter,
the Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Groovy Waters,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Henry Cow,
Aswad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jawbox,
Circle Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hashim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agitation Free,
Supertramp,
Roxette,
Pagans,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marvin Gaye,
Skaos,
The Toasters,
Black Pus,
Kas Product,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bluetip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
James White and The Blacks,
Aloha Tigers,
Franke,
Negative Approach,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül II,
Tears for Fears,
Minor Threat,
Deepchord,
Warren Ellis,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terry Callier,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Barracudas,
Inner City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.