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 Bolivia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Iggy Pop to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q65,
Bobby Womack,
Connie Case,
Eric Copeland,
Tommy Roe,
Erykah Badu,
Swans,
Average White Band,
The Moody Blues,
Marvin Gaye,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Circle Jerks,
Scientists,
Bill Wells,
Outsiders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sparks,
Urselle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
The Invisible,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nik Kershaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Excepter,
The Cure,
Funky Four + One,
Wasted Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Bad Manners,
Erasure,
Stereo Dub,
Groovy Waters,
Das Ding,
Audionom,
Guru Guru,
Liliput,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maurizio,
Sister Nancy,
Eurythmics,
Wally Richardson,
Minny Pops,
Supertramp,
Sandy B,
The Dead C,
Oblivians,
The Pretty Things,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terry Callier,
Adolescents,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.