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 Macedonia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Zapp to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Finger,
the Normal,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra,
Half Japanese,
John Lydon,
Simply Red,
Deadbeat,
the Bar-Kays,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter & Gordon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Lungfish,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Womack,
The Wake,
Connie Case,
Ponytail,
Scan 7,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cymande,
Eric Copeland,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rufus Thomas,
Fela Kuti,
Agitation Free,
Whodini,
Blossom Toes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle,
Trumans Water,
The Martian,
Roger Hodgson,
MDC,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Rundgren,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Searchers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Walker Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Monks,
Maurizio,
Robert Görl,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
B.T. Express,
10cc,
cv313,
Lou Christie,
The Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Isaac Hayes,
Suicide,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.