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 Ethiopia and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Christie to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bad Manners,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispy Ambulance,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker,
Half Japanese,
Isaac Hayes,
David McCallum,
Oneida,
Soulsonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Malaria!,
Anthony Braxton,
Altered Images,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doors,
Y Pants,
Gerry Rafferty,
10cc,
Grauzone,
Sarah Menescal,
Joensuu 1685,
John Cale,
The Cure,
Max Romeo,
JFA,
The Real Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slackers,
Newcleus,
Blossom Toes,
Liliput,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Association,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fat Boys,
the Germs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacob Miller,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pulsallama,
Lindisfarne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dead C,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The New Christs,
The Five Americans,
Colin Newman,
Faraquet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
H. Thieme,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.