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 Marshall Islands and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ken Boothe to the electroclash 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Marshall Jefferson,
Steve Hackett,
Dave Gahan,
Moby Grape,
UT,
Altered Images,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
The Searchers,
Arcadia,
Yaz,
The Slackers,
Gang Starr,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Aswad,
John Foxx,
Eric Copeland,
The Dirtbombs,
Archie Shepp,
The Associates,
Charles Mingus,
The Smiths,
Deadbeat,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang On A Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Moss Icon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Saccharine Trust,
Camouflage,
The Martian,
Kurtis Blow,
The Litter,
DNA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alton Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oneida,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vladislav Delay,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed,
The Dead C,
Heaven 17,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cal Tjader,
48th St. Collective,
Section 25,
Gichy Dan,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.