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 Hungary and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Althea and Donna to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Soft Machine,
The Vogues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scratch Acid,
Pharoah Sanders,
Don Cherry,
Skarface,
One Last Wish,
Tim Buckley,
Minnie Riperton,
Funky Four + One,
Flipper,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Halsall,
Skriet,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Teasers,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacques Brel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Depeche Mode,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantytec,
Neil Young,
The Blackbyrds,
DNA,
Flash Fearless,
Buzzcocks,
China Crisis,
Hoover,
The Golliwogs,
Black Sheep,
Scan 7,
Yellowson,
Inner City,
Tom Boy,
Trumans Water,
Mad Mike,
Sam Rivers,
The Happenings,
Ituana,
X-102,
The Slits,
Skaos,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Almond,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doobie Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moebius,
Second Layer,
Camouflage,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.