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 Kyrgyzstan and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Al Stewart to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Pylon,
Hoover,
Sexual Harrassment,
a-ha,
Kool Moe Dee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maurizio,
Silicon Teens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Fraelich,
Delta 5,
Derrick May,
Lakeside,
Erykah Badu,
The Moody Blues,
Man Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
Neu!,
Sonic Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Wyatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cure,
Angry Samoans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funkadelic,
Aswad,
Surgeon,
Nirvana,
Pere Ubu,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Khruangbin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gichy Dan,
Spoonie Gee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lindisfarne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fugazi,
the Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
World's Most,
Guru Guru,
Morten Harket,
Monolake,
The Remains,
Max Romeo,
Kas Product,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lower 48,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.