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 El Salvador and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eden Ahbez to the grunge 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Grass Roots,
Eden Ahbez,
Technova,
Alice Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Ultra Naté,
X-Ray Spex,
The Vogues,
Carl Craig,
the Slits,
The Trojans,
Stetsasonic,
Ultravox,
Lou Christie,
Surgeon,
Juan Atkins,
Rakim,
Little Man,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
The New Christs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rosa Yemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
PIL,
Talk Talk,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scientists,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
F. McDonald,
Tom Boy,
Japan,
Jeff Lynne,
Average White Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash,
Make Up,
Iggy Pop,
X-101,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Section 25,
Ponytail,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker,
Index,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sugar Minott,
The Young Rascals,
Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Searchers,
Model 500,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.