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 Sierra Leone and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Whodini to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
cv313,
The Slackers,
Heaven 17,
Skarface,
Dennis Brown,
Stereo Dub,
Tears for Fears,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Underground Resistance,
Kas Product,
The Busters,
John Cale,
Quadrant,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David McCallum,
Danielle Patucci,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barry Ungar,
Kerri Chandler,
Harmonia,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Divine Comedy,
Connie Case,
Severed Heads,
The Buckinghams,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Wells,
Boz Scaggs,
Basic Channel,
Talk Talk,
Eddi Front,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chrome,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Sheep,
Stetsasonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Adolescents,
Kayak,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Sherman,
China Crisis,
Quantec,
Byron Stingily,
Tubeway Army,
The Moleskins,
Ohio Players,
Livin' Joy,
Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
The Index,
Interpol,
Glenn Branca,
Skaos,
Theoretical Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Erykah Badu,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.