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 Nicaragua and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Skriet,
The Slits,
Babytalk,
Radiohead,
Soul II Soul,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Green,
Stiv Bators,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Osbourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Copeland,
The Birthday Party,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wings,
Icehouse,
The Barracudas,
Charles Mingus,
X-101,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Techniques,
Prince Buster,
Camouflage,
Quando Quango,
Oneida,
Man Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moleskins,
Thompson Twins,
Ten City,
The Velvet Underground,
The Music Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pretty Things,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül,
The Toasters,
AZ,
The Divine Comedy,
Von Mondo,
Piero Umiliani,
Excepter,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Sheep,
Bill Wells,
Section 25,
Fugazi,
Sister Nancy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dave Gahan,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funkadelic,
Surgeon,
Zapp,
Severed Heads,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.