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 Papua New Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Coltrane 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blackbyrds,
The Young Rascals,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Copeland,
Amazonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Wells,
PIL,
Lyres,
Iggy Pop,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Colin Newman,
kango's stein massive,
Intrusion,
Alton Ellis,
Ice-T,
Lee Hazlewood,
Franke,
Faust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eddi Front,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lower 48,
Sugar Minott,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drexciya,
Scratch Acid,
Groovy Waters,
Neu!,
Excepter,
Sex Pistols,
The Dirtbombs,
Urselle,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thompson Twins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Darondo,
Bronski Beat,
Jacques Brel,
U.S. Maple,
Moby Grape,
Con Funk Shun,
The Flesh Eaters,
Davy DMX,
Japan,
The Litter,
Buzzcocks,
Magazine,
Siglo XX,
Peter and Kerry,
Average White Band,
Rites of Spring,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.