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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Scientists,
The Names,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Womack,
Archie Shepp,
Davy DMX,
The Dead C,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxette,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gun Club,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pretty Things,
Procol Harum,
Sparks,
The Modern Lovers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fall,
Danielle Patucci,
the Normal,
Peter & Gordon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mummies,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lucky Dragons,
Prince Buster,
The Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rotary Connection,
Angry Samoans,
Tim Buckley,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
The Velvet Underground,
The Durutti Column,
Massinfluence,
D'Angelo,
The Cure,
Marmalade,
Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Wyatt,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Al Stewart,
Shuggie Otis,
Bad Manners,
Jawbox,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.