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 Finland and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Rakim to the grime 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Basic Channel,
John Holt,
Skriet,
Deakin,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Jacob Miller,
The Moody Blues,
Wasted Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Names,
The Dirtbombs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deepchord,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun City Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Certain Ratio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stetsasonic,
Skaos,
Eurythmics,
DNA,
Nirvana,
James White and The Blacks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maurizio,
Rapeman,
The Golliwogs,
Cybotron,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funky Four + One,
Marine Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Franke,
Television Personalities,
The Mummies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick May,
Nick Fraelich,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronnie Foster,
OOIOO,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tom Boy,
Gang Starr,
F. McDonald,
Vainqueur,
Bill Wells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Birthday Party,
The Motions,
The Last Poets,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.