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 Tajikistan and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eric Dolphy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Arab on Radar,
Fluxion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Halsall,
Deepchord,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marshall Jefferson,
Idris Muhammad,
UT,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mojo Men,
Cameo,
Rufus Thomas,
The Martian,
Mr. Review,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Mills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quando Quango,
Roxette,
Moby Grape,
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators,
Wings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Clarke,
Rotary Connection,
Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
The American Breed,
Sam Rivers,
Japan,
Thompson Twins,
Ken Boothe,
Goldenarms,
New Age Steppers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lebanon Hanover,
kango's stein massive,
Mars,
Rekid,
Stereo Dub,
Althea and Donna,
The Dave Clark Five,
Al Stewart,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Stooges,
The Fire Engines,
cv313,
The New Christs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kayak,
Spandau Ballet,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.