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 Eritrea and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Doors to the rap 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Tremeloes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Gregory Isaacs,
R.M.O.,
Rites of Spring,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiopuhelimet,
David McCallum,
The Count Five,
H. Thieme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jawbox,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Terry,
Scratch Acid,
Mission of Burma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Von Mondo,
Pussy Galore,
Barry Ungar,
The Associates,
kango's stein massive,
Archie Shepp,
Delta 5,
John Holt,
Nirvana,
Sällskapet,
The Pop Group,
Malaria!,
Dawn Penn,
Tears for Fears,
Fat Boys,
The Smiths,
Fear,
Lalann,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kayak,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Bananas,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Standells,
Sandy B,
Robert Wyatt,
Bauhaus,
Harmonia,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Style,
Cheater Slicks,
Panda Bear,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy Collins,
Drexciya,
a-ha,
Stiv Bators,
Cluster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cure,
The Pretty Things,
Basic Channel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.