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 Ecuador and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Lower 48 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
Sugar Minott,
UT,
The Trojans,
Bang On A Can,
Marvin Gaye,
MDC,
Joyce Sims,
The Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lindisfarne,
Arab on Radar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Smog,
Boredoms,
The Gladiators,
X-101,
DNA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skaos,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Christie,
Eve St. Jones,
Vainqueur,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delta 5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aloha Tigers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Halsall,
Barrington Levy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Steve Hackett,
Brand Nubian,
The Moleskins,
Soft Cell,
Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Pylon,
Tom Boy,
The Move,
Stetsasonic,
Livin' Joy,
Freddie Wadling,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dawn Penn,
Buzzcocks,
Tim Buckley,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
China Crisis,
Das Ding,
Talk Talk,
The Associates,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxy Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.