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 Latvia and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Thee Headcoats to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Deakin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Terry,
Funkadelic,
The Techniques,
Matthew Halsall,
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red,
Accadde A,
Underground Resistance,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Bourne,
Can,
Blancmange,
Audionom,
The Pop Group,
Marc Almond,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Niagra,
Buzzcocks,
Kas Product,
Joensuu 1685,
Godley & Creme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Dolphy,
John Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
Robert Hood,
Ludus,
Archie Shepp,
Hardrive,
Wings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lakeside,
Make Up,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television Personalities,
Magma,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young,
The Pretty Things,
Fatback Band,
Warren Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Susan Cadogan,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.