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 East Timor and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Slits,
Supertramp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brass Construction,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joyce Sims,
Agent Orange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
KRS-One,
Bauhaus,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed,
Clear Light,
Zero Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ponytail,
Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Janne Schatter,
Hasil Adkins,
LL Cool J,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Outsiders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Bowie,
Grey Daturas,
Susan Cadogan,
The Martian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bad Manners,
Nils Olav,
The Moleskins,
Derrick May,
The Techniques,
Procol Harum,
Panda Bear,
Scion,
Lyres,
The Moody Blues,
Groovy Waters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Sneak,
Subhumans,
Shuggie Otis,
Massinfluence,
Accadde A,
The Birthday Party,
Sixth Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
The Raincoats,
Nirvana,
Todd Terry,
Pantytec,
the Swans,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.