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 Poland and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Neon Judgement to the rock 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Susan Cadogan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Whodini,
Aural Exciters,
X-102,
Bronski Beat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
The Fugs,
Underground Resistance,
Carl Craig,
Angry Samoans,
The Saints,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brothers Johnson,
Nils Olav,
Mad Mike,
The Tremeloes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Velvet Underground,
The Zeros,
Metal Thangz,
Wings,
The Pretty Things,
Man Parrish,
UT,
The Move,
Juan Atkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chrome,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oneida,
Lightning Bolt,
Blossom Toes,
LL Cool J,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxy Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faraquet,
The J.B.'s,
Hoover,
The Standells,
Maleditus Sound,
Agent Orange,
Niagra,
David Axelrod,
Harry Pussy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skriet,
Lungfish,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.