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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
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 Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Steve Hackett to the dance 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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Nas,
James White and The Blacks,
Gregory Isaacs,
AZ,
Echospace,
Panda Bear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Archie Shepp,
David Axelrod,
Amazonics,
Bad Manners,
New York Dolls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Steve Hackett,
Roxette,
Index,
Minnie Riperton,
ABBA,
Excepter,
Howard Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hoover,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronan,
Rod Modell,
Clear Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wolf Eyes,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Pulsallama,
Lakeside,
Junior Murvin,
Cluster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faraquet,
The Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Nils Olav,
Infiniti,
The Tremeloes,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare,
La Düsseldorf,
Bob Dylan,
Ituana,
Godley & Creme,
Pantytec,
K-Klass,
Josef K,
Cheater Slicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
the Human League,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.