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 Kenya and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Organ to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Silicon Teens,
Bob Dylan,
The Gap Band,
The Angels of Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Junior Murvin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sugar Minott,
Cameo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Supertramp,
Radiohead,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flipper,
Shoche,
R.M.O.,
DJ Sneak,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q65,
Albert Ayler,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Monks,
John Cale,
Ludus,
Ossler,
The Associates,
Rapeman,
L. Decosne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Isaac Hayes,
Amazonics,
JFA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Crash Course in Science,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Moon,
Freddie Wadling,
Niagra,
X-101,
the Sonics,
Carl Craig,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul II Soul,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Negative Approach,
Jerry's Kids,
The Saints,
The Misunderstood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slave,
Section 25,
Blake Baxter,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.