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 Malta and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Zeros to the funk 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Quadrant,
Wally Richardson,
Maurizio,
Clear Light,
Angry Samoans,
Sällskapet,
Gang of Four,
The Victims,
Josef K,
Wolf Eyes,
The Searchers,
David Axelrod,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grey Daturas,
Funkadelic,
Essential Logic,
Camberwell Now,
The Wake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lindisfarne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q65,
Mars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Model 500,
Pantaleimon,
the Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Pagans,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Little Man,
Sugar Minott,
The Cowsills,
Roger Hodgson,
Hasil Adkins,
Kurtis Blow,
The Barracudas,
Slave,
Vainqueur,
Rekid,
8 Eyed Spy,
Parry Music,
Gong,
Banda Bassotti,
Technova,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Foxx,
Nick Fraelich,
The Five Americans,
Soulsonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Excepter,
Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
E-Dancer,
Oneida,
Man Parrish,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.