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 Chile and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Angels of Light to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
June Days,
Eddi Front,
Dawn Penn,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yusef Lateef,
10cc,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Wyatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
Nik Kershaw,
Funkadelic,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Copeland,
Wally Richardson,
Mission of Burma,
Josef K,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Buckinghams,
Grey Daturas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Letta Mbulu,
Ice-T,
Scion,
Eurythmics,
X-102,
The Beau Brummels,
Au Pairs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q and Not U,
Fela Kuti,
Pantaleimon,
The Sonics,
Kas Product,
Danielle Patucci,
The Busters,
Rosa Yemen,
LL Cool J,
Ludus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Joey Negro,
L. Decosne,
Roxette,
the Fania All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Outsiders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Germs,
Aloha Tigers,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.