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 Suriname and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Leaves to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The Techniques,
F. McDonald,
Peter & Gordon,
Surgeon,
Television Personalities,
Fatback Band,
Sixth Finger,
Procol Harum,
Public Enemy,
Blake Baxter,
Sound Behaviour,
The Count Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slave,
Crispian St. Peters,
Animal Collective,
Index,
Dual Sessions,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Clear Light,
The Sound,
Excepter,
D'Angelo,
Trumans Water,
Eddi Front,
New Age Steppers,
Zapp,
Ponytail,
The Divine Comedy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soulsonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harmonia,
The Martian,
The Smiths,
Tim Buckley,
The Vogues,
ABBA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Almond,
The Sisters of Mercy,
10cc,
Sunsets and Hearts,
kango's stein massive,
Skarface,
The Trojans,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
Sällskapet,
The Buckinghams,
Dennis Brown,
Scion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.