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 Monaco and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brand Nubian to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Y Pants,
In Retrospect,
Simply Red,
Idris Muhammad,
Gichy Dan,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Swans,
The United States of America,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lungfish,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Almond,
One Last Wish,
Easy Going,
Dorothy Ashby,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Graham Central Station,
L. Decosne,
Animal Collective,
The Associates,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Vogues,
Sugar Minott,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hardrive,
Vainqueur,
Agitation Free,
Crooked Eye,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fuzztones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Bowie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Byron Stingily,
Infiniti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camberwell Now,
The Sound,
Brick,
Liliput,
Niagra,
The Zeros,
Crime,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sight & Sound,
Malaria!,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultra Naté,
Royal Trux,
Fatback Band,
kango's stein massive,
Second Layer,
Wire,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.