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 Morocco and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Janne Schatter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronan,
Motorama,
Ken Boothe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Althea and Donna,
The Smoke,
Talk Talk,
Stereo Dub,
The Move,
The Remains,
Colin Newman,
The Neon Judgement,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Techniques,
Ten City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalann,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Starr,
Man Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul II Soul,
The Toasters,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
PIL,
Nik Kershaw,
The Trojans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drexciya,
Oblivians,
Jeff Mills,
Buzzcocks,
Yellowson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Accadde A,
The Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Swell Maps,
Alice Coltrane,
Franke,
The Saints,
DJ Sneak,
Curtis Mayfield,
June of 44,
Bad Manners,
The Litter,
The Cowsills,
New Age Steppers,
Barbara Tucker,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
K-Klass,
Cheater Slicks,
The Residents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.