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 Denmark 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 J.B.'s to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ituana,
Jeff Mills,
Byron Stingily,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nik Kershaw,
Tommy Roe,
Section 25,
L. Decosne,
Eddi Front,
Monolake,
Thee Headcoats,
The Evens,
Grey Daturas,
The Dirtbombs,
The Shadows of Knight,
This Heat,
Josef K,
Barrington Levy,
Nas,
Joe Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suicide,
The Victims,
The Moody Blues,
Henry Cow,
David Bowie,
Bauhaus,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Isaac Hayes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shuggie Otis,
Easy Going,
Fat Boys,
Qualms,
The Names,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delta 5,
Max Romeo,
Bill Wells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Sight & Sound,
Brick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra,
Quando Quango,
Minnie Riperton,
Stetsasonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Beau Brummels,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.