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 Poland and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Kaleidoscope to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Y Pants,
Masters at Work,
Leonard Cohen,
Symarip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skaos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harry Pussy,
Joensuu 1685,
Sällskapet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mars,
Yazoo,
Rufus Thomas,
Gabor Szabo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siglo XX,
Aloha Tigers,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Newcleus,
The Fuzztones,
Soul II Soul,
Joey Negro,
Soulsonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Connie Case,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-101,
ABC,
Tres Demented,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Tommy Roe,
The Vogues,
Eli Mardock,
John Holt,
L. Decosne,
Tears for Fears,
David Bowie,
Eddi Front,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Clarke,
Slave,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blancmange,
Black Pus,
John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Sex Pistols,
the Normal,
Loose Ends,
Circle Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sister Nancy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.