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 Nicaragua 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ken Boothe to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Sarah Menescal,
Whodini,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry's Kids,
Rod Modell,
Stereo Dub,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Prince Buster,
The Cowsills,
Gang Starr,
Pagans,
Scientists,
Fear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Parrish,
The Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Massinfluence,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hardrive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zapp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Underground Resistance,
The Martian,
The Busters,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Lynne,
E-Dancer,
Smog,
Groovy Waters,
Flash Fearless,
The Gun Club,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mark Hollis,
Skarface,
Bronski Beat,
Roger Hodgson,
KRS-One,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Sneak,
FM Einheit,
B.T. Express,
Amazonics,
The Litter,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed,
Slave,
Nation of Ulysses,
Los Fastidios,
Roxy Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
OOIOO,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.