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 Egypt and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Theoretical Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scan 7,
The Standells,
Easy Going,
Tom Boy,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mummies,
The Happenings,
Lower 48,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joyce Sims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Davy DMX,
Roxette,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masters at Work,
The Last Poets,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
Sällskapet,
The Fall,
Prince Buster,
cv313,
kango's stein massive,
David Axelrod,
10cc,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yellowson,
The Invisible,
Lindisfarne,
Magma,
June of 44,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James White and The Blacks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Inner City,
Curtis Mayfield,
F. McDonald,
Hot Snakes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fugazi,
Godley & Creme,
DNA,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Byrd,
AZ,
Yazoo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aural Exciters,
The Toasters,
Icehouse,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.