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 Cambodia and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barrington Levy to the electroclash 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Max Romeo,
Black Moon,
Alton Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gories,
Urselle,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex,
Quadrant,
The Skatalites,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Leaves,
cv313,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Pantaleimon,
Excepter,
Inner City,
The Zeros,
Colin Newman,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Trojans,
Grauzone,
Alphaville,
Procol Harum,
Tom Boy,
Derrick May,
Roxy Music,
Moss Icon,
Banda Bassotti,
Brand Nubian,
David McCallum,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Machine,
Shoche,
The Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
June Days,
Amon Düül,
Amon Düül II,
Ponytail,
The Selecter,
ABBA,
The Smoke,
Marine Girls,
Crime,
Ken Boothe,
The United States of America,
Altered Images,
Warsaw,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roger Hodgson,
Amazonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.