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 Fiji and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Gregory Isaacs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New York Dolls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lindisfarne,
Slick Rick,
Moebius,
Lyres,
Funky Four + One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Terry,
June of 44,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gap Band,
Joe Finger,
Wire,
Animal Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cheater Slicks,
China Crisis,
Whodini,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masters at Work,
Bang On A Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Goldenarms,
Aloha Tigers,
Skriet,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Ituana,
Mr. Review,
Shuggie Otis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nils Olav,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Womack,
Urselle,
Brick,
Spandau Ballet,
Deakin,
Mandrill,
E-Dancer,
Josef K,
Bauhaus,
Parry Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Excepter,
Nik Kershaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Basic Channel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.