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 Togo 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Lakeside to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rod Modell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalann,
Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blackbyrds,
Bronski Beat,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Moon,
A Certain Ratio,
Eddi Front,
Soul Sonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Wake,
Nick Fraelich,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Organ,
Jeff Mills,
Howard Jones,
Faust,
Agent Orange,
Television,
Q and Not U,
Procol Harum,
Motorama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marmalade,
Porter Ricks,
Zero Boys,
Qualms,
Public Image Ltd.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Malaria!,
Yaz,
Angry Samoans,
Skriet,
Godley & Creme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blake Baxter,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fela Kuti,
Funky Four + One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unwound,
MDC,
H. Thieme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ossler,
Sarah Menescal,
Junior Murvin,
The Birthday Party,
Pantytec,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.