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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Gang Gang Dance to the punk 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funky Four + One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Eric Copeland,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bizarre Inc.,
The J.B.'s,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gories,
Fugazi,
Magazine,
Heaven 17,
Ronnie Foster,
Lucky Dragons,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Green,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Neon Judgement,
Cymande,
Barry Ungar,
Rufus Thomas,
Agent Orange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camouflage,
David McCallum,
The Birthday Party,
The Red Krayola,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Evens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Colin Newman,
Bad Manners,
Inner City,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Style,
Unwound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Severed Heads,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Urselle,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Dolphy,
The Golliwogs,
Carl Craig,
ABC,
Aloha Tigers,
Loose Ends,
Juan Atkins,
Maurizio,
LL Cool J,
Zero Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monochrome Set,
The Standells,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.