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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eurythmics to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Cameo,
Black Pus,
Chris & Cosey,
Basic Channel,
Bill Near,
The Residents,
The Techniques,
The Moleskins,
Ronan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Durutti Column,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Last Poets,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Lynne,
Magma,
The Buckinghams,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Busters,
Joey Negro,
Marcia Griffiths,
Iggy Pop,
Fugazi,
Scratch Acid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Idris Muhammad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Henry Cow,
Trumans Water,
Barclay James Harvest,
Little Man,
Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Roxy Music,
David Axelrod,
Scion,
The Walker Brothers,
Das Ding,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Japan,
Barrington Levy,
Amazonics,
Robert Hood,
Mo-Dettes,
Lyres,
Neu!,
Darondo,
The Real Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Terry Callier,
Silicon Teens,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.