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 Ecuador and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grunge 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 Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Excepter,
Kayak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Surgeon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Smog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bob Dylan,
Howard Jones,
Drexciya,
Nas,
Skriet,
Eric Dolphy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vladislav Delay,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers,
Jandek,
Althea and Donna,
The Music Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sonics,
The United States of America,
Hardrive,
Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül,
Make Up,
X-Ray Spex,
Nico,
Ossler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jawbox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scratch Acid,
The Cure,
Franke,
Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
EPMD,
Isaac Hayes,
Mars,
Roger Hodgson,
Hoover,
Ultra Naté,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kaleidoscope,
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Remains,
Unwound,
Angry Samoans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.