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 Belgium and from Salvador.
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 Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deakin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
the Association,
Jeff Lynne,
Danielle Patucci,
Intrusion,
Erykah Badu,
Al Stewart,
Vainqueur,
Skarface,
Quantec,
The Neon Judgement,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sparks,
Jacob Miller,
Royal Trux,
Lakeside,
The Wake,
Depeche Mode,
Zero Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The United States of America,
The Velvet Underground,
Ten City,
New York Dolls,
Ice-T,
Underground Resistance,
Urselle,
Q65,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Sneak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
Wally Richardson,
The Tremeloes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minnie Riperton,
Banda Bassotti,
The Offenders,
Maleditus Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ornette Coleman,
The Invisible,
F. McDonald,
Sister Nancy,
10cc,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Near,
Faust,
Ludus,
Malaria!,
Excepter,
Gong,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.