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 Lebanon and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Mojo Men to the crunk 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Skriet,
Hashim,
New York Dolls,
Section 25,
Tears for Fears,
The Skatalites,
Metal Thangz,
Joensuu 1685,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Piero Umiliani,
Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Grass Roots,
Basic Channel,
Deepchord,
The Gap Band,
Ultra Naté,
Althea and Donna,
Yellowson,
Gang of Four,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantaleimon,
Yaz,
Marine Girls,
Jawbox,
Roxette,
Ludus,
Nik Kershaw,
Juan Atkins,
Ronan,
The Music Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Certain Ratio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
JFA,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Halsall,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed,
Los Fastidios,
The Moleskins,
Darondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
10cc,
Sister Nancy,
Grey Daturas,
Unrelated Segments,
Roger Hodgson,
Y Pants,
Blake Baxter,
Yusef Lateef,
Duran Duran,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Wyatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.