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 Serbia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peter & Gordon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Young Marble Giants,
Bush Tetras,
Hasil Adkins,
Mad Mike,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television,
Angry Samoans,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Almond,
Dave Gahan,
Parry Music,
Crooked Eye,
Buzzcocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young,
Pantytec,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
10cc,
Stetsasonic,
Dawn Penn,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ludus,
Wasted Youth,
Kayak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Letta Mbulu,
Alton Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funkadelic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sugar Minott,
Metal Thangz,
Ice-T,
The Blues Magoos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fugazi,
Hashim,
Ituana,
Warren Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxy Music,
Loose Ends,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Count Five,
Mandrill,
Gang Green,
Peter & Gordon,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Rundgren,
Anakelly,
Black Sheep,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronan,
June Days,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.