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 Denmark and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Charles Mingus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Peter & Gordon,
Moebius,
John Foxx,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra,
The Pop Group,
Saccharine Trust,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Style,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zero Boys,
David Axelrod,
Monolake,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
John Coltrane,
MDC,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sugar Minott,
Camouflage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glenn Branca,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magazine,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agitation Free,
Supertramp,
Goldenarms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smoke,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonic Youth,
Marmalade,
The Grass Roots,
Ludus,
Whodini,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiopuhelimet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
La Düsseldorf,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Dolphy,
Gichy Dan,
Wings,
Archie Shepp,
Clear Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Wyatt,
Joensuu 1685,
the Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Guru Guru,
Deepchord,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.