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 Costa Rica and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Mummies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
Pylon,
Cybotron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lyres,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Terry,
The Pop Group,
The Busters,
Jimmy McGriff,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kayak,
Sam Rivers,
Eli Mardock,
The Gap Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
Von Mondo,
Harry Pussy,
Sound Behaviour,
the Bar-Kays,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gong,
Black Moon,
The Star Department,
Bronski Beat,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Panda Bear,
The Cramps,
Slick Rick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Archie Shepp,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nico,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Halsall,
Warsaw,
Toni Rubio,
Desert Stars,
The Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reagan Youth,
Schoolly D,
Glenn Branca,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cowsills,
The Knickerbockers,
Lakeside,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.