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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Tubeway Army to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Deadbeat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tears for Fears,
Dawn Penn,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mummies,
The Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Scrapy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül,
cv313,
Terry Callier,
The Blackbyrds,
The Leaves,
Pagans,
Skaos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Icehouse,
Slave,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Organ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris Corsano,
Ultra Naté,
The Zeros,
Brand Nubian,
The Fugs,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Byrd,
Malaria!,
The Fall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dark Day,
Skarface,
Funky Four + One,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Holt,
Suicide,
Rakim,
Blancmange,
Todd Rundgren,
Franke,
The United States of America,
The Motions,
ABBA,
Nico,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deakin,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.