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 Honduras and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barbara Tucker to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Heaven 17,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bush Tetras,
The Trojans,
Reagan Youth,
Easy Going,
Banda Bassotti,
Yusef Lateef,
Gregory Isaacs,
Henry Cow,
MDC,
Darondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Roger Hodgson,
Rites of Spring,
Trumans Water,
Todd Rundgren,
the Normal,
Harmonia,
Brass Construction,
The Mummies,
The Gladiators,
The Angels of Light,
Mantronix,
Vladislav Delay,
The Black Dice,
Public Enemy,
Pere Ubu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül,
Wally Richardson,
Crooked Eye,
Isaac Hayes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suicide,
Loose Ends,
Pulsallama,
Slave,
the Germs,
Eddi Front,
Tom Boy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Christie,
Joyce Sims,
Motorama,
China Crisis,
Qualms,
Hashim,
The Kinks,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.