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 Paraguay and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Machine,
Eli Mardock,
The Young Rascals,
The Happenings,
K-Klass,
Monks,
The Real Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
The Litter,
Adolescents,
Mantronix,
Groovy Waters,
Slick Rick,
The Gladiators,
Bronski Beat,
The Blues Magoos,
The Selecter,
Radiohead,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eden Ahbez,
Howard Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker,
Lyres,
DJ Style,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
EPMD,
Todd Terry,
Yaz,
Lou Christie,
Kerri Chandler,
Arcadia,
Kayak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Piero Umiliani,
Lungfish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Glenn Branca,
Intrusion,
Joy Division,
Pole,
Yellowson,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.