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 Brunei 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Massinfluence to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Index,
The Misunderstood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Lalann,
Soul II Soul,
Marine Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Duran Duran,
R.M.O.,
Crooked Eye,
Sonic Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dark Day,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers,
The Moleskins,
Sex Pistols,
Schoolly D,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Sparks,
Yellowson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Newcleus,
Peter & Gordon,
Interpol,
Tres Demented,
DJ Sneak,
Joy Division,
Visage,
Steve Hackett,
Qualms,
48th St. Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Halsall,
Aaron Thompson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Lynne,
The Divine Comedy,
Echospace,
the Association,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Talk Talk,
The Kinks,
The Gladiators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flash Fearless,
Theoretical Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Desert Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nik Kershaw,
Blake Baxter,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.