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 South Sudan and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Human League to the rap 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Traffic Nightmare,
The American Breed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra,
Sun City Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slick Rick,
PIL,
OOIOO,
Con Funk Shun,
Das Ding,
Faust,
The Searchers,
The Beau Brummels,
Joyce Sims,
Peter & Gordon,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cecil Taylor,
Alison Limerick,
The Dirtbombs,
The Names,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiohead,
Circle Jerks,
Boredoms,
Wally Richardson,
The Count Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camberwell Now,
Jawbox,
Altered Images,
Roxy Music,
Clear Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Human League,
Quantec,
Crooked Eye,
Wolf Eyes,
Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Bush Tetras,
Danielle Patucci,
The Selecter,
The Modern Lovers,
Young Marble Giants,
Basic Channel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang On A Can,
The Techniques,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Grey Daturas,
James White and The Blacks,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.