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 Nauru and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Velvet Underground to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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?
Kevin Saunderson,
Schoolly D,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Divine Comedy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Halsall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oblivians,
Scrapy,
Donald Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smiths,
Barrington Levy,
K-Klass,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed,
Sex Pistols,
Zapp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
OOIOO,
Urselle,
Black Bananas,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Prince Buster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Mantronix,
Boz Scaggs,
Kenny Larkin,
Audionom,
The Barracudas,
Model 500,
Make Up,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MDC,
Ludus,
Japan,
Amon Düül II,
FM Einheit,
The Smoke,
Barry Ungar,
Sugar Minott,
Terrestrial Tones,
Howard Jones,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül,
This Heat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Pulsallama,
Eric Copeland,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hardrive,
R.M.O.,
Danielle Patucci,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.