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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Ossler to the grime 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wings,
Q and Not U,
Qualms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Accadde A,
Danielle Patucci,
John Holt,
The Knickerbockers,
Model 500,
The Selecter,
Eurythmics,
the Normal,
Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Minutemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lungfish,
Suburban Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deepchord,
Todd Rundgren,
Pole,
Tres Demented,
Siglo XX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grauzone,
Aswad,
K-Klass,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nas,
Flipper,
the Association,
Tears for Fears,
The Leaves,
Joyce Sims,
Little Man,
Bobby Womack,
Trumans Water,
cv313,
Quando Quango,
Niagra,
Black Moon,
Shuggie Otis,
Skriet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Howard Jones,
Mantronix,
The Residents,
Archie Shepp,
the Human League,
The Move,
Joy Division,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.