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 Yemen and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-102 to the funk 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese 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?
Gichy Dan,
the Association,
Procol Harum,
Sarah Menescal,
Reagan Youth,
Ossler,
Excepter,
Trumans Water,
Youth Brigade,
Kayak,
Jacques Brel,
Boredoms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funky Four + One,
Duran Duran,
Accadde A,
Joy Division,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Schoolly D,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eden Ahbez,
Pole,
Stetsasonic,
Buzzcocks,
June Days,
Monolake,
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Index,
The Slackers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Silicon Teens,
Kaleidoscope,
The Saints,
Bizarre Inc.,
Saccharine Trust,
Albert Ayler,
The Offenders,
Simply Red,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alison Limerick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pulsallama,
Guru Guru,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Osbourne,
a-ha,
David Axelrod,
Neu!,
Lalann,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Invisible,
Morten Harket,
MDC,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.