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 St Lucia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Warren Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Dark Day,
DJ Style,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monolake,
The Cowsills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Searchers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Japan,
Erasure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sound,
Faraquet,
Oblivians,
Kayak,
Eddi Front,
Ice-T,
Simply Red,
The Gladiators,
The American Breed,
Oneida,
Radio Birdman,
Marmalade,
Skaos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joey Negro,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Harmonia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Sneak,
Warren Ellis,
Quantec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deadbeat,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Bourne,
Wings,
Wally Richardson,
The Smiths,
the Slits,
Cameo,
Wasted Youth,
Vainqueur,
Talk Talk,
ABC,
UT,
New York Dolls,
The Count Five,
Adolescents,
Mission of Burma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Associates,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Durutti Column,
the Association,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.