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 Norway 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 D'Angelo to the funk 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
OOIOO,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
New Order,
10cc,
Barrington Levy,
The Standells,
CMW,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacques Brel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Halsall,
EPMD,
Smog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dead Boys,
The Last Poets,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Half Japanese,
Thompson Twins,
The Zeros,
Alison Limerick,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Green,
the Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Slick Rick,
Grey Daturas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Residents,
Barbara Tucker,
LL Cool J,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sällskapet,
the Normal,
Sight & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pop Group,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Lakeside,
Morten Harket,
Derrick Morgan,
The Saints,
Black Sheep,
Scientists,
The Mighty Diamonds,
FM Einheit,
Pierre Henry,
Skarface,
KRS-One,
Toni Rubio,
Pussy Galore,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Happenings,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.