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 Kitts & Nevis and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
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 synthesizer 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 Scan 7 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Barbara Tucker,
Little Man,
Blancmange,
Radiopuhelimet,
Trumans Water,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Hill,
Bob Dylan,
Scientists,
The Associates,
CMW,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang On A Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
China Crisis,
The Happenings,
Toni Rubio,
Joyce Sims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Newcleus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
F. McDonald,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Delta 5,
The Young Rascals,
Joensuu 1685,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mad Mike,
Roger Hodgson,
Essential Logic,
The Fire Engines,
the Association,
Eli Mardock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
Judy Mowatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Godley & Creme,
a-ha,
Von Mondo,
Funkadelic,
Ten City,
John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
The Misunderstood,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masters at Work,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.