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 Bahamas and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Rapeman to the punk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Black Flag,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
Mark Hollis,
10cc,
Godley & Creme,
Unrelated Segments,
Schoolly D,
A Certain Ratio,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül,
Pierre Henry,
Pantytec,
Pylon,
Swell Maps,
Pere Ubu,
KRS-One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
The Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June Days,
Saccharine Trust,
Donny Hathaway,
Agitation Free,
Bronski Beat,
Nik Kershaw,
In Retrospect,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Bowie,
Derrick May,
Moebius,
The Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Residents,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Womack,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kas Product,
Gang of Four,
John Lydon,
Jacob Miller,
Blake Baxter,
The Young Rascals,
Ten City,
Underground Resistance,
Letta Mbulu,
Ossler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eddi Front,
Minny Pops,
David Axelrod,
X-102,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.