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 Nepal and from London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang of Four to the funk 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
JFA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Inner City,
Stetsasonic,
Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
Japan,
Ice-T,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fat Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Hoover,
the Fania All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
the Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Roxette,
Matthew Halsall,
10cc,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Christie,
Franke,
Davy DMX,
Sällskapet,
Freddie Wadling,
The Move,
Connie Case,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arcadia,
Grauzone,
The Fall,
The Monks,
Magazine,
Babytalk,
Gang of Four,
Terry Callier,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Adolescents,
Joyce Sims,
Gong,
The Smiths,
Faust,
Circle Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
EPMD,
Mars,
Porter Ricks,
Flipper,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moss Icon,
The Doors,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.