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 Somalia and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Five Americans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
the Germs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agitation Free,
The Offenders,
kango's stein massive,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Groovy Waters,
a-ha,
Stiv Bators,
Subhumans,
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Trumans Water,
Saccharine Trust,
Ice-T,
Model 500,
Robert Wyatt,
Warsaw,
Soulsonic Force,
Flipper,
Bobby Hutcherson,
AZ,
Barbara Tucker,
Barrington Levy,
F. McDonald,
Gang Green,
The Moleskins,
Man Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
One Last Wish,
Crooked Eye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Organ,
The Victims,
The Motions,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Womack,
The Modern Lovers,
MDC,
The Velvet Underground,
The Stooges,
Glenn Branca,
Hashim,
The Doors,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cybotron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Five Americans,
Erykah Badu,
Althea and Donna,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Foxx,
Rapeman,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.