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 Palau and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the funk 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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Adolescents,
The Kinks,
Television Personalities,
Terrestrial Tones,
Josef K,
The Residents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dead Boys,
The Fugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Piero Umiliani,
The Offenders,
Nirvana,
The Music Machine,
Pole,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brick,
Hashim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mad Mike,
The Happenings,
Stereo Dub,
Parry Music,
Lindisfarne,
In Retrospect,
The Raincoats,
Wally Richardson,
Liliput,
Chrome,
Goldenarms,
X-101,
Clear Light,
Ice-T,
The Walker Brothers,
Mandrill,
Suburban Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Vogues,
Man Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
Bob Dylan,
The Red Krayola,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Skatalites,
Tears for Fears,
The Neon Judgement,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Metal Thangz,
the Slits,
Delta 5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Niagra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang of Four,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barrington Levy,
Roxy Music,
cv313,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Franke,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.