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 Poland and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Letta Mbulu to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Suburban Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Second Layer,
PIL,
Pierre Henry,
The Black Dice,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quadrant,
Hoover,
Gichy Dan,
Sonic Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Stiv Bators,
Sun City Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bluetip,
Altered Images,
Matthew Bourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blossom Toes,
Technova,
Godley & Creme,
The Remains,
Bronski Beat,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Organ,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Eurythmics,
Mission of Burma,
Severed Heads,
The Names,
Darondo,
Danielle Patucci,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Sherman,
Saccharine Trust,
Gong,
Swans,
Soul II Soul,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Buckinghams,
The Kinks,
Tom Boy,
The Mummies,
Symarip,
The Neon Judgement,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pop Group,
Whodini,
The Blues Magoos,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.