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 Kazakhstan and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Remains to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Mars,
Intrusion,
LL Cool J,
Fat Boys,
Qualms,
Wings,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Clear Light,
Idris Muhammad,
The Invisible,
Nirvana,
PIL,
Marvin Gaye,
Don Cherry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gories,
Joe Finger,
John Lydon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crime,
Bauhaus,
Althea and Donna,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tim Buckley,
The Standells,
Derrick May,
Camberwell Now,
Erasure,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Görl,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skriet,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantytec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harmonia,
Au Pairs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Associates,
The Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monochrome Set,
Stereo Dub,
Nation of Ulysses,
EPMD,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeru the Damaja,
This Heat,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.