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 Lucia 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yellowson,
Wasted Youth,
The Cowsills,
Ohio Players,
Barrington Levy,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Style,
Dennis Brown,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moody Blues,
Fad Gadget,
Pussy Galore,
The Raincoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delta 5,
New Order,
Porter Ricks,
Lyres,
Crooked Eye,
48th St. Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sister Nancy,
Roxy Music,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Offenders,
Cymande,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry's Kids,
Average White Band,
Siglo XX,
Pere Ubu,
Aaron Thompson,
Max Romeo,
Junior Murvin,
Fear,
the Association,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Toasters,
The Wake,
The Last Poets,
Cybotron,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Desert Stars,
The Searchers,
Donald Byrd,
Black Moon,
The Golliwogs,
Aural Exciters,
Juan Atkins,
Essential Logic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.