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 Macedonia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
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 mellotron 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 Subhumans to the grunge 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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Spandau Ballet,
The Trojans,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiohead,
Sparks,
Khruangbin,
MC5,
Shuggie Otis,
Isaac Hayes,
Whodini,
Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masters at Work,
Average White Band,
Joe Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Hill,
Lakeside,
Unwound,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Evens,
Trumans Water,
Mark Hollis,
H. Thieme,
Pharoah Sanders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul II Soul,
Barrington Levy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
OOIOO,
Brothers Johnson,
Jawbox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Malaria!,
Jerry's Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Reuben Wilson,
Bluetip,
Lightning Bolt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Siglo XX,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fortunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sound,
Sugar Minott,
John Lydon,
The Dead C,
Cal Tjader,
Slick Rick,
La Düsseldorf,
Procol Harum,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.