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 Venezuela and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Offenders to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Henry Cow,
Fat Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Bowie,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Last Poets,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Outsiders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris & Cosey,
Gichy Dan,
Sparks,
Lou Reed,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythm & Sound,
Minor Threat,
Tres Demented,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magma,
Thompson Twins,
Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Todd Terry,
The Index,
Lindisfarne,
The Smoke,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
B.T. Express,
Anakelly,
X-101,
Technova,
Barry Ungar,
H. Thieme,
The Velvet Underground,
Babytalk,
Second Layer,
Barrington Levy,
MDC,
Q65,
Ossler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sixth Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul II Soul,
Royal Trux,
Funkadelic,
Hardrive,
Alton Ellis,
The Doors,
ABBA,
Fatback Band,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smiths,
Fela Kuti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.