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 Botswana and from Halifax.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 The Pretty Things to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Qualms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gun Club,
Chrome,
Youth Brigade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Bowie,
Outsiders,
Groovy Waters,
John Lydon,
Minnie Riperton,
Gong,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agitation Free,
The Cramps,
Yellowson,
Kas Product,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unwound,
Magazine,
Scion,
Talk Talk,
Essential Logic,
Robert Görl,
Stiv Bators,
the Normal,
Cheater Slicks,
UT,
Mark Hollis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Das Ding,
Agent Orange,
Leonard Cohen,
Absolute Body Control,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Technova,
Fear,
Hot Snakes,
Henry Cow,
Q and Not U,
Pantytec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stereo Dub,
Wings,
Arcadia,
Graham Central Station,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Albert Ayler,
The Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Section 25,
Don Cherry,
Oblivians,
Main Source,
The Remains,
Accadde A,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.