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 Seoul.
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 Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flipper 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Dennis Brown,
Kenny Larkin,
Josef K,
Make Up,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mars,
Neil Young,
F. McDonald,
Intrusion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sixth Finger,
DNA,
Marmalade,
Panda Bear,
Deakin,
Hashim,
Junior Murvin,
Harmonia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ten City,
Morten Harket,
Darondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Parrish,
the Swans,
Neu!,
Angry Samoans,
Index,
Funkadelic,
Donny Hathaway,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Clarke,
Duran Duran,
The Fall,
Letta Mbulu,
Livin' Joy,
Boz Scaggs,
Steve Hackett,
Fat Boys,
The Victims,
The Vogues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delta 5,
The Skatalites,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sugar Minott,
The Count Five,
PIL,
Banda Bassotti,
The Young Rascals,
Patti Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Minutemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.