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 Slovenia and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Yellowson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Scientists,
The Evens,
Scion,
This Heat,
Quadrant,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fluxion,
The Golliwogs,
Supertramp,
Davy DMX,
The Vogues,
Ultravox,
Rekid,
Average White Band,
Moss Icon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young,
The Remains,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Lynne,
Warsaw,
Howard Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Eli Mardock,
The Barracudas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
The Walker Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Crash Course in Science,
The Residents,
Tim Buckley,
Cybotron,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker,
The Last Poets,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Angels of Light,
Porter Ricks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mojo Men,
Godley & Creme,
Althea and Donna,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drexciya,
Moby Grape,
Rapeman,
Cluster,
Quando Quango,
Metal Thangz,
Erasure,
The Stooges,
Nirvana,
Henry Cow,
Deepchord,
Harmonia,
H. Thieme,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.