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 Kiribati and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rap 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Bourne,
Scientists,
Wasted Youth,
Marine Girls,
Black Bananas,
Fugazi,
Kayak,
MC5,
David Axelrod,
Fat Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
The Young Rascals,
John Lydon,
The Smoke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Surgeon,
The Gladiators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dave Clark Five,
Section 25,
Flipper,
John Foxx,
Malaria!,
Main Source,
10cc,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Letta Mbulu,
Suicide,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacob Miller,
ABBA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harmonia,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Grass Roots,
Barrington Levy,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Womack,
Jawbox,
Wolf Eyes,
Barry Ungar,
Sam Rivers,
Jacques Brel,
June Days,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Parrish,
Clear Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Althea and Donna,
Lyres,
The Golliwogs,
Howard Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Audionom,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.