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 Ivory Coast 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Q and Not U to the punk 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Maleditus Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maurizio,
Model 500,
Rufus Thomas,
Tubeway Army,
The Fall,
The Fortunes,
Index,
Basic Channel,
Yusef Lateef,
Niagra,
Depeche Mode,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skarface,
Deepchord,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drexciya,
Hashim,
The Evens,
Fat Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Young Marble Giants,
Chrome,
T.S.O.L.,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Almond,
The Pop Group,
Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Franke,
The Monks,
JFA,
Sparks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unwound,
X-101,
The Cure,
Roxy Music,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantytec,
Rod Modell,
Japan,
Scion,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Near,
Warsaw,
Neil Young,
Lungfish,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Human League,
China Crisis,
The Associates,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Motions,
Jacob Miller,
The Raincoats,
The Zeros,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.