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 Colombia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Association to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Faust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Japan,
Anakelly,
Quando Quango,
Charles Mingus,
The Selecter,
Erykah Badu,
Letta Mbulu,
La Düsseldorf,
Joy Division,
Ultimate Spinach,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skriet,
Icehouse,
the Swans,
Franke,
Newcleus,
June Days,
B.T. Express,
The Associates,
Sonic Youth,
The Cure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Carl Craig,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Five Americans,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pretty Things,
The Skatalites,
Gabor Szabo,
Scientists,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare,
The Fortunes,
Nas,
Scan 7,
The Fuzztones,
The Zeros,
Hashim,
Brand Nubian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantytec,
the Normal,
The Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Arab on Radar,
The Kinks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Little Man,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.