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 Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rock 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
Subhumans,
Shoche,
Kerrie Biddell,
Japan,
China Crisis,
Accadde A,
Cymande,
Masters at Work,
Organ,
Zapp,
Gang Starr,
Dennis Brown,
Porter Ricks,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The United States of America,
Drexciya,
Siglo XX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moleskins,
Malaria!,
Warren Ellis,
New York Dolls,
The Kinks,
Patti Smith,
PIL,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fear,
The Mummies,
Godley & Creme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
The Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fuzztones,
Bush Tetras,
Television Personalities,
Pere Ubu,
The Gap Band,
Unwound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
This Heat,
Boredoms,
Althea and Donna,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Au Pairs,
Zero Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
X-101,
JFA,
Matthew Halsall,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.