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 Sierra Leone 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Shoche to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
The Buckinghams,
Alison Limerick,
Panda Bear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kas Product,
The Zeros,
E-Dancer,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camouflage,
Godley & Creme,
Charles Mingus,
Liliput,
Eric Copeland,
Radiohead,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Animal Collective,
One Last Wish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swell Maps,
Skriet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Enemy,
Flipper,
Crash Course in Science,
Qualms,
The Standells,
Sound Behaviour,
Silicon Teens,
Faust,
Warsaw,
Hashim,
Warren Ellis,
John Lydon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Selecter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Halsall,
Severed Heads,
Suburban Knight,
Bad Manners,
Ultravox,
LL Cool J,
The Fortunes,
The Smiths,
Goldenarms,
Marvin Gaye,
Roger Hodgson,
Procol Harum,
Aaron Thompson,
Grauzone,
Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Josef K,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.