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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grime 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Lower 48,
Joe Finger,
Easy Going,
Neu!,
The Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Seeds,
Icehouse,
Con Funk Shun,
Fear,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Fugazi,
Nirvana,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yazoo,
Todd Terry,
The Vogues,
The Golliwogs,
Scratch Acid,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q and Not U,
Agent Orange,
Cluster,
The Walker Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Residents,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lyres,
The Grass Roots,
Althea and Donna,
Franke,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Almond,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warsaw,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Starr,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Happenings,
The Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Urselle,
Avey Tare,
Black Sheep,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül,
Nik Kershaw,
Slick Rick,
Sparks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arab on Radar,
Sight & Sound,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.