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 Uzbekistan and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Gerry Rafferty to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Mr. Review,
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson,
Dennis Brown,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Intrusion,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glenn Branca,
Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
John Cale,
Dead Boys,
Black Sheep,
Gabor Szabo,
Siglo XX,
H. Thieme,
The Golliwogs,
Severed Heads,
Flash Fearless,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television Personalities,
Cheater Slicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul II Soul,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Vogues,
Freddie Wadling,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxette,
The Residents,
Japan,
The J.B.'s,
Black Flag,
Wings,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rosa Yemen,
Masters at Work,
Fort Wilson Riot,
UT,
David McCallum,
JFA,
Tears for Fears,
Funky Four + One,
Donald Byrd,
Howard Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Audionom,
Camouflage,
The Misunderstood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.