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 Cairo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Kurtis Blow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moebius,
Massinfluence,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T.S.O.L.,
Brass Construction,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moleskins,
Sister Nancy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Music Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Barracudas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suicide,
B.T. Express,
Byron Stingily,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Machine,
Bill Wells,
Max Romeo,
The Wake,
Brothers Johnson,
Sugar Minott,
Cheater Slicks,
Fatback Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Little Man,
Dave Gahan,
Fluxion,
Derrick May,
Bauhaus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scientists,
Stereo Dub,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boredoms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alison Limerick,
Drexciya,
Terry Callier,
Black Moon,
the Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
This Heat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
World's Most,
The Gap Band,
David Axelrod,
China Crisis,
The New Christs,
Crooked Eye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harmonia,
Sound Behaviour,
Minny Pops,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.