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 France and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 Barrington Levy to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Panda Bear,
Scion,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mojo Men,
Drexciya,
Donny Hathaway,
The Angels of Light,
The Golliwogs,
the Swans,
The Associates,
Sex Pistols,
Throbbing Gristle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Görl,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cheater Slicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Trumans Water,
Lightning Bolt,
Susan Cadogan,
Sandy B,
World's Most,
Interpol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spandau Ballet,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pussy Galore,
Babytalk,
David Axelrod,
Urselle,
These Immortal Souls,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Image Ltd.,
JFA,
Michelle Simonal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Zeros,
R.M.O.,
The Red Krayola,
Ken Boothe,
Main Source,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moody Blues,
Anakelly,
Tears for Fears,
Delon & Dalcan,
Colin Newman,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grauzone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Normal,
Patti Smith,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.