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 India and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Funkadelic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker,
the Swans,
Pierre Henry,
Nils Olav,
Blossom Toes,
Crime,
The Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Smog,
Spandau Ballet,
Minny Pops,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deepchord,
Los Fastidios,
Judy Mowatt,
John Holt,
Delta 5,
The Evens,
World's Most,
These Immortal Souls,
The Five Americans,
Little Man,
June Days,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lightning Bolt,
Scan 7,
Albert Ayler,
Cameo,
Agent Orange,
Brass Construction,
Charles Mingus,
F. McDonald,
The Raincoats,
Sun City Girls,
Lower 48,
The Saints,
Eve St. Jones,
Faust,
Ultravox,
Unwound,
Reagan Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Certain Ratio,
The Names,
The Trojans,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sam Rivers,
Ossler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra,
The Star Department,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.