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 Tanzania and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Average White Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Evens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Iggy Pop,
Maurizio,
AZ,
Young Marble Giants,
Scientists,
Wally Richardson,
Scrapy,
ABC,
Absolute Body Control,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Second Layer,
Brass Construction,
Royal Trux,
The Fire Engines,
Faust,
Rapeman,
Negative Approach,
Silicon Teens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Das Ding,
Porter Ricks,
The Young Rascals,
UT,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Freddie Wadling,
Carl Craig,
Intrusion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris Corsano,
Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Max Romeo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alton Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Letta Mbulu,
Au Pairs,
Groovy Waters,
Aswad,
Althea and Donna,
Joensuu 1685,
Pole,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boogie Down Productions,
Judy Mowatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Subhumans,
Black Bananas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moody Blues,
Minor Threat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gap Band,
Eddi Front,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.