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 Belize and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba 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 Heaven 17 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
EPMD,
Aswad,
Q65,
Unwound,
the Human League,
X-101,
The Searchers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lakeside,
Johnny Osbourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harry Pussy,
Fad Gadget,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Christie,
Maurizio,
The Moody Blues,
Judy Mowatt,
Whodini,
The Durutti Column,
Carl Craig,
Joensuu 1685,
Can,
Suburban Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra,
Graham Central Station,
Lungfish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Bananas,
Dual Sessions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Move,
Ponytail,
Negative Approach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Connie Case,
X-Ray Spex,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantytec,
Icehouse,
Ronan,
Pagans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Slave,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Hill,
Trumans Water,
MC5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moleskins,
Young Marble Giants,
The Associates,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.