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 Honduras and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Minnie Riperton to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Dave Gahan,
Parry Music,
Average White Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
Susan Cadogan,
Tom Boy,
Sound Behaviour,
Barry Ungar,
Connie Case,
Harry Pussy,
Surgeon,
Intrusion,
Jacob Miller,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Hood,
Maurizio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glenn Branca,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Green,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun City Girls,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
D'Angelo,
The Birthday Party,
Fela Kuti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zapp,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Hill,
The Blackbyrds,
Interpol,
Robert Görl,
Oneida,
Desert Stars,
Colin Newman,
Boredoms,
Robert Wyatt,
Cymande,
Gang of Four,
Suburban Knight,
The Smiths,
Harmonia,
The Doors,
Flipper,
Black Bananas,
Altered Images,
the Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
Bauhaus,
Warsaw,
Mission of Burma,
Kas Product,
Yellowson,
Eden Ahbez,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.