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 Luxembourg and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Urselle to the grunge 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Quadrant,
Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yellowson,
Tears for Fears,
Reagan Youth,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hoover,
Todd Terry,
Fear,
The Techniques,
Icehouse,
Bob Dylan,
Aswad,
The Seeds,
The Toasters,
Scion,
New York Dolls,
Motorama,
The Five Americans,
Ultravox,
Crime,
Grauzone,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Halsall,
Radio Birdman,
China Crisis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Simply Red,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Clarke,
Joensuu 1685,
Hot Snakes,
Desert Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lucky Dragons,
The Pretty Things,
Talk Talk,
Marmalade,
Kayak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonny Sharrock,
Buzzcocks,
The Leaves,
The New Christs,
Cameo,
The Smoke,
John Holt,
Minnie Riperton,
R.M.O.,
Parry Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Offenders,
Carl Craig,
X-101,
The Tremeloes,
The Skatalites,
Eurythmics,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.