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 Cambodia and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Alton Ellis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oneida,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sex Pistols,
Tears for Fears,
The Selecter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blues Magoos,
Rotary Connection,
Stetsasonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Second Layer,
Flipper,
The Dirtbombs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tres Demented,
The Vogues,
The Kinks,
DJ Sneak,
This Heat,
Marvin Gaye,
Faust,
Outsiders,
The J.B.'s,
Bauhaus,
The Skatalites,
John Holt,
Underground Resistance,
The New Christs,
Tom Boy,
Lyres,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James White and The Blacks,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Style,
Smog,
Inner City,
Brand Nubian,
Peter & Gordon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalann,
Khruangbin,
Unrelated Segments,
Boredoms,
Ronan,
Surgeon,
Magazine,
Sister Nancy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-102,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.