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 Bangladesh 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yellowson to the techno 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül II,
The Angels of Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mo-Dettes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skaos,
The Walker Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Ten City,
Loose Ends,
The Slackers,
Agitation Free,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warren Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Colin Newman,
PIL,
The Fortunes,
Inner City,
Cybotron,
Sparks,
June of 44,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Davy DMX,
Q and Not U,
10cc,
The Real Kids,
John Coltrane,
The Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Blossom Toes,
Arab on Radar,
Dual Sessions,
Wings,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Von Mondo,
The Associates,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Schoolly D,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Rundgren,
Joey Negro,
Main Source,
Supertramp,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lindisfarne,
Make Up,
Joe Smooth,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.