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 Israel and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Livin' Joy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Prunes,
X-102,
David Bowie,
Boredoms,
Soulsonic Force,
The Human League,
The Index,
Section 25,
Saccharine Trust,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T. Rex,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Starr,
Metal Thangz,
The Happenings,
Bush Tetras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
8 Eyed Spy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Connie Case,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick May,
Tim Buckley,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nirvana,
Lou Christie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Archie Shepp,
Animal Collective,
Wings,
Iggy Pop,
Slave,
The Names,
Donny Hathaway,
Boz Scaggs,
Nico,
Anakelly,
Alison Limerick,
The Star Department,
Brick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
the Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
The Buckinghams,
Y Pants,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Charles Mingus,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare,
Black Moon,
Kenny Larkin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonny Sharrock,
LL Cool J,
China Crisis,
The Grass Roots,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.