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 Estonia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Althea and Donna to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Camberwell Now,
Black Moon,
Kas Product,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Hill,
Malaria!,
Television Personalities,
Desert Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Alison Limerick,
The Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Liliput,
Cymande,
E-Dancer,
Make Up,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The New Christs,
Neu!,
The Fugs,
Buzzcocks,
Mr. Review,
DJ Sneak,
Goldenarms,
Faraquet,
The Leaves,
Man Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
La Düsseldorf,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wally Richardson,
Dave Gahan,
Motorama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ten City,
Rekid,
In Retrospect,
Saccharine Trust,
F. McDonald,
David McCallum,
The Motions,
MDC,
Terry Callier,
Mandrill,
Kerri Chandler,
Deakin,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Theoretical Girls,
This Heat,
UT,
The Mummies,
The Moleskins,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.