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 Mauritius and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lindisfarne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Arab on Radar,
Fugazi,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Hill,
Ludus,
Minutemen,
Tubeway Army,
Stetsasonic,
the Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Lakeside,
The Stooges,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television,
Pantaleimon,
OOIOO,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dead Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Pus,
E-Dancer,
Trumans Water,
Zero Boys,
Colin Newman,
Slick Rick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ten City,
DJ Style,
DJ Sneak,
The United States of America,
Motorama,
Accadde A,
The Knickerbockers,
Make Up,
Cluster,
Aural Exciters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Judy Mowatt,
Alphaville,
The Litter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Animal Collective,
The Evens,
Infiniti,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry's Kids,
Panda Bear,
The Five Americans,
Von Mondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Green,
Quando Quango,
X-101,
Fela Kuti,
Japan,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.