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 Australia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Malaria! to the grunge 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Axelrod,
Marvin Gaye,
Kevin Saunderson,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DNA,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Kinks,
Ten City,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy Collins,
B.T. Express,
Chris Corsano,
MC5,
Agitation Free,
Sugar Minott,
Iggy Pop,
Sonic Youth,
Magazine,
Negative Approach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quando Quango,
Yazoo,
Erasure,
Fela Kuti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quadrant,
The Durutti Column,
FM Einheit,
Kayak,
Urselle,
The Blues Magoos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camberwell Now,
Television Personalities,
Tim Buckley,
Rakim,
Pole,
Nas,
a-ha,
Michelle Simonal,
John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick May,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Christie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Idris Muhammad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Niagra,
The Blackbyrds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cheater Slicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacob Miller,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Little Man,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Misunderstood,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.