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 Tonga and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 ABC to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Görl,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sugar Minott,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Mo-Dettes,
Pierre Henry,
Stereo Dub,
Half Japanese,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hot Snakes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
Arcadia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
The Index,
Alphaville,
Sällskapet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anakelly,
ABBA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Morten Harket,
Das Ding,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magma,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronan,
Erasure,
Scion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visage,
Skarface,
The Smiths,
kango's stein massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yellowson,
Jeff Mills,
the Sonics,
Interpol,
The Leaves,
Lucky Dragons,
The Techniques,
Josef K,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cameo,
Young Marble Giants,
Tres Demented,
The Moleskins,
Can,
Al Stewart,
Brand Nubian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slick Rick,
Reuben Wilson,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.