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 Japan 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Scan 7 to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Shoche,
Simply Red,
Brothers Johnson,
X-102,
Clear Light,
Ludus,
Porter Ricks,
Easy Going,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Bourne,
KRS-One,
The Gap Band,
U.S. Maple,
Swell Maps,
Pole,
Wire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Michelle Simonal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fortunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brass Construction,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Hood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Moon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Livin' Joy,
Hoover,
World's Most,
Fad Gadget,
Lindisfarne,
John Lydon,
Bobby Byrd,
Boredoms,
ABC,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pagans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
Rosa Yemen,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monochrome Set,
Skarface,
Mad Mike,
New York Dolls,
Fluxion,
Juan Atkins,
Crash Course in Science,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.