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 Vietnam and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joe Finger to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masters at Work,
Clear Light,
Jacob Miller,
The Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Iggy Pop,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sarah Menescal,
Yazoo,
The Gories,
Ituana,
Angry Samoans,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Kinks,
Joe Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Barracudas,
The Standells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ken Boothe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Toni Rubio,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Trumans Water,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Cluster,
The Stooges,
Ronnie Foster,
Yusef Lateef,
Y Pants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pop Group,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nas,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cure,
Black Sheep,
New Order,
New York Dolls,
Siglo XX,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang of Four,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monks,
Bobby Womack,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tres Demented,
MDC,
The Busters,
Althea and Donna,
Cymande,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Holt,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.