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 Vietnam and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Idris Muhammad to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minnie Riperton,
B.T. Express,
F. McDonald,
The Pretty Things,
Chris Corsano,
Dave Gahan,
Funky Four + One,
Babytalk,
The Human League,
Television Personalities,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Walker Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Quando Quango,
The Fall,
Visage,
Mandrill,
Shoche,
Rufus Thomas,
The Black Dice,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Neon Judgement,
Wolf Eyes,
The Stooges,
Aloha Tigers,
The Golliwogs,
Aswad,
Junior Murvin,
The Blues Magoos,
Thompson Twins,
Underground Resistance,
The Offenders,
Surgeon,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Moon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultravox,
The Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Grauzone,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed,
Public Enemy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Germs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David McCallum,
Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cure,
Little Man,
Steve Hackett,
Max Romeo,
Alphaville,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.