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 Liechtenstein and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Associates to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
MDC,
Donald Byrd,
David McCallum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Panda Bear,
Archie Shepp,
Skriet,
Supertramp,
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magma,
The Remains,
Terry Callier,
Maleditus Sound,
Flipper,
Easy Going,
Chrome,
PIL,
Unwound,
Black Flag,
The Cowsills,
Gang Green,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pylon,
Deepchord,
Bauhaus,
The Barracudas,
Blancmange,
10cc,
Royal Trux,
The Misunderstood,
Slick Rick,
Ultravox,
Matthew Bourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Blossom Toes,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry's Kids,
Talk Talk,
The Modern Lovers,
Y Pants,
Nirvana,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick May,
B.T. Express,
Adolescents,
Youth Brigade,
Severed Heads,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed,
Livin' Joy,
Spoonie Gee,
Guru Guru,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.