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 Libya 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minny Pops to the grime 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Television Personalities,
The Mummies,
The Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Gang of Four,
Patti Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Dolphy,
Wasted Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nils Olav,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Green,
Funkadelic,
The Litter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-102,
The Raincoats,
Black Pus,
Nas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Section 25,
Second Layer,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Audionom,
Terry Callier,
Hashim,
DNA,
Mark Hollis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lyres,
Tom Boy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warsaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Whodini,
Juan Atkins,
Masters at Work,
The Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aloha Tigers,
Anthony Braxton,
Easy Going,
The Remains,
Kas Product,
Unrelated Segments,
Albert Ayler,
The Smiths,
L. Decosne,
Buzzcocks,
Slick Rick,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.