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 Sudan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Don Cherry to the electroclash 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Neon Judgement,
Groovy Waters,
Michelle Simonal,
Pere Ubu,
Brothers Johnson,
The Tremeloes,
The Human League,
Excepter,
Eve St. Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Sun City Girls,
The Remains,
Surgeon,
Ituana,
Pole,
Minor Threat,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quadrant,
Kurtis Blow,
Mad Mike,
Ronnie Foster,
The New Christs,
F. McDonald,
Stetsasonic,
The Vogues,
Television Personalities,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skriet,
Duran Duran,
a-ha,
Jeff Lynne,
The Toasters,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Finger,
Khruangbin,
Harpers Bizarre,
China Crisis,
Gang of Four,
La Düsseldorf,
Thee Headcoats,
Kayak,
Anthony Braxton,
L. Decosne,
Scion,
The Grass Roots,
Juan Atkins,
Little Man,
DJ Sneak,
Tommy Roe,
Cluster,
Masters at Work,
Cameo,
Camberwell Now,
Ohio Players,
Slick Rick,
The Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cowsills,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.