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 Mexico and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Mad Mike to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Avey Tare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
CMW,
Lindisfarne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Smooth,
Qualms,
Slick Rick,
The Smiths,
Lou Christie,
James White and The Blacks,
The Associates,
A Certain Ratio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ken Boothe,
Bob Dylan,
The Sound,
The Remains,
Patti Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Sister Nancy,
The Grass Roots,
Essential Logic,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fall,
Sandy B,
Ultravox,
the Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Adolescents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Last Poets,
Agitation Free,
Eli Mardock,
The Offenders,
Public Enemy,
This Heat,
X-Ray Spex,
Nik Kershaw,
Silicon Teens,
The Star Department,
Khruangbin,
June Days,
Model 500,
The Zeros,
Sonic Youth,
Reagan Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brand Nubian,
Cameo,
Amon Düül,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moebius,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.