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 Mexico and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Byrd to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
B.T. Express,
Rites of Spring,
The Gladiators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kayak,
The United States of America,
Trumans Water,
The Grass Roots,
Ituana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quando Quango,
ABBA,
Bang On A Can,
Nirvana,
The Flesh Eaters,
This Heat,
Symarip,
Pierre Henry,
June of 44,
Thompson Twins,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultravox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Wyatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Goldenarms,
Alphaville,
Hashim,
Technova,
The Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Little Man,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dirtbombs,
Eurythmics,
Excepter,
K-Klass,
Todd Rundgren,
New Age Steppers,
Fela Kuti,
Peter & Gordon,
The Litter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Talk Talk,
Harry Pussy,
The Human League,
JFA,
Tommy Roe,
Spandau Ballet,
Tres Demented,
Fluxion,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sonics,
The Vogues,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wally Richardson,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.