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 Morocco and from London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barrington Levy to the funk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Isaac Hayes,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young,
Deakin,
Supertramp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
AZ,
Shuggie Otis,
Main Source,
Public Image Ltd.,
KRS-One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Last Poets,
Roxette,
Pussy Galore,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Vogues,
Toni Rubio,
The Stooges,
Ralphi Rosario,
Janne Schatter,
Moby Grape,
Boredoms,
The Human League,
Au Pairs,
Howard Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Bronski Beat,
Wire,
Eli Mardock,
Mad Mike,
The Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
The Velvet Underground,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unwound,
Graham Central Station,
Al Stewart,
Black Sheep,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronan,
Sugar Minott,
Outsiders,
Rekid,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers,
the Bar-Kays,
Lindisfarne,
Television Personalities,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siglo XX,
Ultimate Spinach,
Colin Newman,
Cameo,
Sun Ra,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.