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 United Kingdom and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Newcleus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Sight & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Invisible,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABBA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Beau Brummels,
Godley & Creme,
Absolute Body Control,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fluxion,
Joe Finger,
Basic Channel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The American Breed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Symarip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Excepter,
Stereo Dub,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Residents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Inner City,
Isaac Hayes,
Drexciya,
Wings,
Pole,
Niagra,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monks,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eurythmics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crash Course in Science,
Thompson Twins,
Joensuu 1685,
the Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Smog,
Au Pairs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Bananas,
Flash Fearless,
Gichy Dan,
The Mojo Men,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers,
Donny Hathaway,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.