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 Latvia and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
Television Personalities,
Rites of Spring,
Wire,
Lindisfarne,
Hot Snakes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalann,
Joe Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Hood,
In Retrospect,
The Misunderstood,
Television,
Mission of Burma,
The Dirtbombs,
D'Angelo,
Barrington Levy,
Second Layer,
The United States of America,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick May,
Josef K,
Camouflage,
Quando Quango,
Ohio Players,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Skriet,
Michelle Simonal,
Half Japanese,
The Cowsills,
Tres Demented,
The Happenings,
JFA,
Colin Newman,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
The Golliwogs,
Supertramp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tomorrow,
Gong,
Funkadelic,
John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Howard Jones,
June Days,
World's Most,
Oneida,
Cameo,
The Doobie Brothers,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Bowie,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.