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 Belize and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grauzone to the dance 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Zapp,
Cal Tjader,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smoke,
The Angels of Light,
Pere Ubu,
The Blues Magoos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rapeman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aswad,
F. McDonald,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arcadia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Bananas,
Cymande,
Mr. Review,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Finger,
ABC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delta 5,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Colin Newman,
Barbara Tucker,
Marine Girls,
Lyres,
Eric Dolphy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Rundgren,
Pulsallama,
Morten Harket,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alphaville,
Danielle Patucci,
Half Japanese,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
AZ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Franke,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Görl,
Make Up,
PIL,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.