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 Australia and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Soulsonic Force to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sandy B,
Newcleus,
Panda Bear,
The Gun Club,
T. Rex,
DJ Sneak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Urselle,
Lou Reed,
Albert Ayler,
Fluxion,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Steve Hackett,
Public Image Ltd.,
Model 500,
Moebius,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Halsall,
a-ha,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter & Gordon,
Depeche Mode,
Patti Smith,
Pantytec,
Ituana,
Bobby Sherman,
Susan Cadogan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Görl,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Green,
Siglo XX,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Count Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barclay James Harvest,
cv313,
The Happenings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronan,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Parrish,
EPMD,
Thompson Twins,
The Cowsills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camouflage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tubeway Army,
Hot Snakes,
F. McDonald,
Vladislav Delay,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.