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 New Zealand 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Eric Dolphy to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlback,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slave,
The Skatalites,
Kayak,
Black Moon,
R.M.O.,
The Seeds,
Boredoms,
David McCallum,
Urselle,
A Certain Ratio,
Wings,
Lindisfarne,
Faust,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronnie Foster,
Gong,
Adolescents,
Henry Cow,
Pierre Henry,
Bush Tetras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kaleidoscope,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker,
Country Teasers,
EPMD,
Roxy Music,
Goldenarms,
Ornette Coleman,
MDC,
Clear Light,
Lalann,
John Foxx,
The Music Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chrome,
H. Thieme,
Heaven 17,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Pus,
Underground Resistance,
K-Klass,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
The Misunderstood,
Suburban Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Parry Music,
Marine Girls,
The Smoke,
Maurizio,
Thompson Twins,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.