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 Bangladesh 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Saccharine Trust 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Nico,
Max Romeo,
The Evens,
Eden Ahbez,
Organ,
The Buckinghams,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed,
Sun City Girls,
Juan Atkins,
David McCallum,
Sparks,
Lakeside,
Easy Going,
The Martian,
Second Layer,
Metal Thangz,
Ossler,
Donny Hathaway,
Suburban Knight,
Morten Harket,
The Offenders,
Aswad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sarah Menescal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Move,
B.T. Express,
The Star Department,
The Names,
The Toasters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kas Product,
The Tremeloes,
Ultravox,
Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Royal Trux,
Lyres,
Matthew Bourne,
The Seeds,
Yellowson,
10cc,
Sandy B,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Japan,
Sun Ra,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare,
Duran Duran,
H. Thieme,
Blossom Toes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Steve Hackett,
the Human League,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.