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 Lesotho and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the techno 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Near,
the Association,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erykah Badu,
Eli Mardock,
Faust,
Blossom Toes,
Dave Gahan,
H. Thieme,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eden Ahbez,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Outsiders,
Mr. Review,
Minnie Riperton,
Tommy Roe,
ABBA,
Bush Tetras,
Pussy Galore,
Gregory Isaacs,
Steve Hackett,
Soulsonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Sherman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gichy Dan,
The Flesh Eaters,
T. Rex,
Skarface,
Gastr Del Sol,
The American Breed,
The Toasters,
Blancmange,
Das Ding,
Anakelly,
John Holt,
Kayak,
Intrusion,
Iggy Pop,
The Durutti Column,
Ultravox,
The Motions,
Delta 5,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül II,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Eve St. Jones,
Sam Rivers,
Freddie Wadling,
Marmalade,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.