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 Nicaragua and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 dance 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
China Crisis,
The Gladiators,
Zero Boys,
The Leaves,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eden Ahbez,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fall,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Mandrill,
Black Bananas,
Dead Boys,
Lungfish,
The Black Dice,
Fluxion,
Spandau Ballet,
The Beau Brummels,
Von Mondo,
Cameo,
Gabor Szabo,
Oneida,
Ohio Players,
Kayak,
Model 500,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fuzztones,
Bauhaus,
Charles Mingus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Silicon Teens,
Bronski Beat,
Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Lakeside,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick May,
The Selecter,
New York Dolls,
Nas,
In Retrospect,
Lalann,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra,
Sound Behaviour,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Subhumans,
Junior Murvin,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers,
The Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Erykah Badu,
Symarip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Buzzcocks,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.