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 Tunisia and from Mexico City.
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 New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fluxion to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hashim,
The Music Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fortunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dirtbombs,
Vladislav Delay,
Neu!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bush Tetras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nils Olav,
the Swans,
The Residents,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Halsall,
Erykah Badu,
The Trojans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Niagra,
Sugar Minott,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pulsallama,
The Knickerbockers,
The Walker Brothers,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marvin Gaye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Marmalade,
The Toasters,
Laurel Aitken,
Cymande,
Jerry's Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Accadde A,
Al Stewart,
Jeru the Damaja,
James White and The Blacks,
Talk Talk,
Liliput,
Ornette Coleman,
Minnie Riperton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Age Steppers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siglo XX,
Rotary Connection,
Swell Maps,
Rapeman,
Joy Division,
Massinfluence,
Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
The Moleskins,
New York Dolls,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.