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 Guyana and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Quando Quango to the crunk 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
The Modern Lovers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Litter,
New York Dolls,
The Angels of Light,
Yusef Lateef,
The Last Poets,
10cc,
The Gun Club,
Technova,
Graham Central Station,
The Neon Judgement,
the Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magazine,
The Star Department,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Mission of Burma,
The Gladiators,
The Moleskins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bluetip,
Reuben Wilson,
Idris Muhammad,
Gabor Szabo,
OOIOO,
Letta Mbulu,
The Golliwogs,
Unrelated Segments,
This Heat,
The New Christs,
Stiv Bators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skarface,
Dawn Penn,
Unwound,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alphaville,
Radiohead,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Archie Shepp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Popol Vuh,
John Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mad Mike,
Tim Buckley,
The Vogues,
Moss Icon,
The Monochrome Set,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.