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 Maldives and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Rufus Thomas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Accadde A,
The Standells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brothers Johnson,
Livin' Joy,
David Bowie,
Sister Nancy,
Delta 5,
Liliput,
Cymande,
The Happenings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scion,
The Move,
The Searchers,
The Saints,
Howard Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Brand Nubian,
Panda Bear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Saccharine Trust,
Stiv Bators,
Moss Icon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grey Daturas,
John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Motorama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Talk Talk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joyce Sims,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
Shoche,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Cluster,
The Busters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ludus,
Lakeside,
Agitation Free,
Nirvana,
The Techniques,
Quando Quango,
Swell Maps,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Lynne,
Jawbox,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Tremeloes,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.