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 Armenia and from Tehran.
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 Glasgow.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Derrick May to the funk 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Almond,
Robert Görl,
Marvin Gaye,
Aural Exciters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ornette Coleman,
Q65,
Nas,
The Gap Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joey Negro,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Rundgren,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Silicon Teens,
Nico,
Lungfish,
Tim Buckley,
Isaac Hayes,
Fear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marine Girls,
K-Klass,
The Searchers,
A Certain Ratio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erasure,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pop Group,
Tres Demented,
Agent Orange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barbara Tucker,
Archie Shepp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Accadde A,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sound,
Unwound,
Funky Four + One,
Quadrant,
EPMD,
Jeff Lynne,
Mark Hollis,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dave Gahan,
X-101,
Schoolly D,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.