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 Cameroon and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lindisfarne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Massinfluence,
Cameo,
Sonic Youth,
The Smiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slackers,
The Golliwogs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeru the Damaja,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drive Like Jehu,
Anakelly,
KRS-One,
Donny Hathaway,
Mad Mike,
Boredoms,
Radiohead,
Wally Richardson,
Faust,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hardrive,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Hill,
Metal Thangz,
In Retrospect,
Cecil Taylor,
Ten City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The United States of America,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Althea and Donna,
Sällskapet,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Terry,
X-101,
James White and The Blacks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Five Americans,
The Toasters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang On A Can,
Alphaville,
David McCallum,
Howard Jones,
The Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scan 7,
Blake Baxter,
Hot Snakes,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.