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 Jamaica and from Manila.
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 Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Scott Walker to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee 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?
Desert Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare,
Youth Brigade,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Marc Almond,
Crime,
Yusef Lateef,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Junior Murvin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Severed Heads,
Franke,
This Heat,
Agent Orange,
Funkadelic,
Blossom Toes,
Barry Ungar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
The Mummies,
ABC,
Camberwell Now,
Ralphi Rosario,
Little Man,
Fat Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Count Five,
KRS-One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Godley & Creme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
The Saints,
Tommy Roe,
Harry Pussy,
Malaria!,
Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T.S.O.L.,
Stereo Dub,
The Offenders,
Robert Wyatt,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter and Kerry,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.