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 St Lucia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Janne Schatter to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Machine,
Index,
Whodini,
Altered Images,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Janne Schatter,
The Doors,
The Gladiators,
The Sound,
the Normal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wings,
Fluxion,
The Knickerbockers,
R.M.O.,
Idris Muhammad,
The Saints,
Vainqueur,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Fraelich,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Qualms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Unwound,
Pylon,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick Morgan,
Organ,
Warsaw,
Jawbox,
Gichy Dan,
Laurel Aitken,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vladislav Delay,
Barclay James Harvest,
Smog,
Rod Modell,
Terrestrial Tones,
kango's stein massive,
The Durutti Column,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agitation Free,
The Standells,
Groovy Waters,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Litter,
Suburban Knight,
Severed Heads,
Juan Atkins,
Excepter,
Ice-T,
Sam Rivers,
Funky Four + One,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.