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 Swaziland and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 The Smiths to the punk 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Q65,
Schoolly D,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Techniques,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Con Funk Shun,
Siglo XX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ken Boothe,
Organ,
Nirvana,
Eric Dolphy,
Buzzcocks,
Howard Jones,
Ponytail,
L. Decosne,
Surgeon,
Cheater Slicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Leaves,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pretty Things,
Wire,
Sun City Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Henry Cow,
Rakim,
Terry Callier,
JFA,
Babytalk,
Monolake,
Erykah Badu,
The Blackbyrds,
Kaleidoscope,
La Düsseldorf,
The Modern Lovers,
Rotary Connection,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ohio Players,
The Moleskins,
Niagra,
Jeff Lynne,
Magma,
Gregory Isaacs,
H. Thieme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Groovy Waters,
cv313,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moody Blues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Junior Murvin,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.