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 Tonga and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Robert Hood to the electroclash 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Fatback Band,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül II,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Wells,
E-Dancer,
Oblivians,
Eric Copeland,
Slave,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television Personalities,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
The Beau Brummels,
Newcleus,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Motions,
The Kinks,
Moss Icon,
The Real Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
The American Breed,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker,
Slick Rick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quando Quango,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ituana,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sexual Harrassment,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Flag,
Ohio Players,
Skriet,
Lower 48,
The Divine Comedy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deadbeat,
The Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Audionom,
The Monochrome Set,
The Monks,
The Gladiators,
Piero Umiliani,
Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Kurtis Blow,
Procol Harum,
Fat Boys,
Lalann,
Bootsy Collins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.