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 Korea South and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Bobby Womack to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Ohio Players,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Au Pairs,
Leonard Cohen,
Kayak,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drexciya,
Marvin Gaye,
Circle Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pole,
Derrick May,
Warsaw,
Quando Quango,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Soft Cell,
Magazine,
Juan Atkins,
The Buckinghams,
Fear,
Robert Wyatt,
Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Nils Olav,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bluetip,
Y Pants,
Slave,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
In Retrospect,
Rod Modell,
The Fortunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Raincoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
UT,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Mills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heaven 17,
Quantec,
Bang On A Can,
Niagra,
Simply Red,
The Fire Engines,
Cameo,
Organ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Trojans,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.