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 Nigeria and from London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Basic Channel to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Simply Red,
The Modern Lovers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
EPMD,
The Beau Brummels,
The Golliwogs,
JFA,
Archie Shepp,
Average White Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Basic Channel,
Altered Images,
Joe Finger,
Agent Orange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lindisfarne,
Jandek,
D'Angelo,
Mission of Burma,
48th St. Collective,
F. McDonald,
Von Mondo,
Groovy Waters,
The Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crime,
John Lydon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sparks,
The Angels of Light,
CMW,
Lalann,
Brand Nubian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra,
Brass Construction,
Flipper,
In Retrospect,
The United States of America,
The Remains,
Idris Muhammad,
Thee Headcoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fall,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Mills,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zero Boys,
Quantec,
Morten Harket,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.