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 Saudi Arabia and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 EPMD to the grime 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quadrant,
Moby Grape,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pole,
Negative Approach,
Piero Umiliani,
Kas Product,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Sherman,
the Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Bar-Kays,
Bush Tetras,
Pantytec,
Basic Channel,
Terry Callier,
Eden Ahbez,
DNA,
The Move,
Aloha Tigers,
The Modern Lovers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers,
Cluster,
The Knickerbockers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
F. McDonald,
John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eddi Front,
Deadbeat,
Fluxion,
Symarip,
Crooked Eye,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dawn Penn,
Silicon Teens,
Camouflage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stetsasonic,
Nils Olav,
ABC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Rundgren,
Dave Gahan,
the Human League,
Urselle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.