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 Netherlands and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Surgeon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Au Pairs,
Main Source,
Oblivians,
Joe Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Arab on Radar,
Gichy Dan,
Porter Ricks,
Cheater Slicks,
Tres Demented,
The Smoke,
Rapeman,
Loose Ends,
Television Personalities,
A Certain Ratio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Al Stewart,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eli Mardock,
The Dirtbombs,
the Germs,
Kas Product,
The Fuzztones,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Style,
Eve St. Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Schoolly D,
Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
The Skatalites,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lakeside,
New York Dolls,
Technova,
Monks,
Cymande,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jandek,
Chris Corsano,
Sällskapet,
The Seeds,
Lungfish,
the Human League,
The New Christs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Litter,
The Techniques,
The Raincoats,
Von Mondo,
Carl Craig,
Visage,
Motorama,
Prince Buster,
DNA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.