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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Matthew Bourne to the disco 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Absolute Body Control,
The Skatalites,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Saints,
F. McDonald,
Severed Heads,
Deakin,
The Moleskins,
Tres Demented,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
MDC,
Fluxion,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Selecter,
Hashim,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
The Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doors,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Copeland,
Alison Limerick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The United States of America,
Lakeside,
Sonic Youth,
Radio Birdman,
the Human League,
Pole,
A Certain Ratio,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slackers,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultra Naté,
Quantec,
Arab on Radar,
The Shadows of Knight,
B.T. Express,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
Section 25,
Smog,
Al Stewart,
Magma,
Can,
Sandy B,
Crime,
China Crisis,
Jeff Lynne,
The Litter,
Todd Terry,
La Düsseldorf,
The Standells,
Mad Mike,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.