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 Australia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aloha Tigers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Radio Birdman,
Crooked Eye,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jimmy McGriff,
Desert Stars,
Eddi Front,
Reuben Wilson,
Ornette Coleman,
Kas Product,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Teasers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Vladislav Delay,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Warsaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
LL Cool J,
Cymande,
Henry Cow,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Little Man,
Bad Manners,
Shoche,
Lower 48,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tim Buckley,
The Martian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zapp,
Guru Guru,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Sherman,
Scratch Acid,
Skarface,
Robert Wyatt,
Magma,
Simply Red,
Dual Sessions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
K-Klass,
Youth Brigade,
Barry Ungar,
Pylon,
Brass Construction,
Ken Boothe,
Intrusion,
Scan 7,
The Move,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultra Naté,
The Victims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chrome,
PIL,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Hill,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.