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 Grenada and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Victims to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
the Bar-Kays,
The Index,
Bob Dylan,
The Doors,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pierre Henry,
Blake Baxter,
John Lydon,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Count Five,
Pere Ubu,
Sonic Youth,
Roxy Music,
Deepchord,
The Neon Judgement,
Rufus Thomas,
Siglo XX,
China Crisis,
Rotary Connection,
Steve Hackett,
Ronan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
Shoche,
KRS-One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fela Kuti,
Ituana,
Sarah Menescal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flipper,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yazoo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Copeland,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bush Tetras,
Roger Hodgson,
Half Japanese,
Bill Near,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sällskapet,
The Victims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fall,
Eli Mardock,
Boredoms,
Gong,
Roy Ayers,
World's Most,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.