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 Libya and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 The J.B.'s to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Knickerbockers,
China Crisis,
Donny Hathaway,
H. Thieme,
Henry Cow,
ABBA,
Cheater Slicks,
Archie Shepp,
Television,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Sherman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lungfish,
Panda Bear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Enemy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Index,
Agent Orange,
The Residents,
The Gap Band,
The Happenings,
Shuggie Otis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Bananas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vainqueur,
In Retrospect,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magma,
Bill Wells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flash Fearless,
Swell Maps,
Crime,
Spandau Ballet,
Yellowson,
Intrusion,
Main Source,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fall,
UT,
Depeche Mode,
the Normal,
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
The Selecter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Inner City,
The Modern Lovers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.