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 Lebanon and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The New Christs to the grime 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June Days,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tom Boy,
David Axelrod,
Subhumans,
The Fall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiohead,
Glenn Branca,
Hasil Adkins,
Erykah Badu,
Dennis Brown,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Velvet Underground,
Duran Duran,
The Move,
Basic Channel,
Outsiders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerri Chandler,
Babytalk,
Skaos,
Underground Resistance,
Jacques Brel,
Motorama,
Todd Rundgren,
The Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Brass Construction,
The Leaves,
The Golliwogs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mummies,
Kenny Larkin,
CMW,
Matthew Bourne,
Ituana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chrome,
Youth Brigade,
Slick Rick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker,
Terry Callier,
Rufus Thomas,
H. Thieme,
Japan,
This Heat,
Clear Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Names,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.