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 Mauritius and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Marc Almond to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Godley & Creme,
Sandy B,
Graham Central Station,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sällskapet,
kango's stein massive,
Excepter,
Pierre Henry,
Pantytec,
Minnie Riperton,
Warsaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerri Chandler,
Magazine,
Buzzcocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Metal Thangz,
Infiniti,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doors,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alison Limerick,
Blancmange,
June of 44,
Soulsonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Franke,
Country Teasers,
Drexciya,
Heaven 17,
Steve Hackett,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Kinks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Index,
The Fugs,
Maurizio,
Judy Mowatt,
Depeche Mode,
Cluster,
Unrelated Segments,
The Searchers,
Marc Almond,
The United States of America,
June Days,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Urselle,
The Tremeloes,
Aswad,
Babytalk,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.