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 Andorra and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brothers Johnson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Move,
The Grass Roots,
Tim Buckley,
Loose Ends,
Moby Grape,
Cybotron,
Nik Kershaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dark Day,
Bad Manners,
The Gun Club,
Reuben Wilson,
K-Klass,
Skaos,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül,
Au Pairs,
Tom Boy,
Jeru the Damaja,
10cc,
Television,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monochrome Set,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Skatalites,
Ohio Players,
Icehouse,
Mission of Burma,
The Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Zero Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Teasers,
The Names,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Excepter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Model 500,
Patti Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Lindisfarne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visage,
Jawbox,
Vainqueur,
ABBA,
Lower 48,
D'Angelo,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.