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 Canada and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Matthew Halsall,
The Knickerbockers,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Au Pairs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barbara Tucker,
Dawn Penn,
Sam Rivers,
Donald Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dark Day,
Toni Rubio,
Scan 7,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Urselle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siglo XX,
The Remains,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Average White Band,
kango's stein massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiohead,
The Stooges,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oneida,
Nils Olav,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mad Mike,
The Pretty Things,
The Modern Lovers,
Quando Quango,
Funkadelic,
Eve St. Jones,
The Kinks,
Marmalade,
Jacob Miller,
Isaac Hayes,
Barrington Levy,
Minutemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Supertramp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Misunderstood,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Almond,
Fatback Band,
Jandek,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crime,
A Certain Ratio,
Theoretical Girls,
Mandrill,
Camberwell Now,
Von Mondo,
The Standells,
Shoche,
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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.