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 Colombia and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sarah Menescal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
MDC,
Judy Mowatt,
Tubeway Army,
Delta 5,
Laurel Aitken,
Slick Rick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warsaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Roxy Music,
Pagans,
The Offenders,
Yazoo,
Dead Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Simply Red,
Neil Young,
Colin Newman,
Ultra Naté,
Panda Bear,
Sällskapet,
Idris Muhammad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pussy Galore,
Von Mondo,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Excepter,
Fugazi,
Pierre Henry,
Rekid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pop Group,
Crispian St. Peters,
Inner City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül II,
Joy Division,
Ten City,
June of 44,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
LL Cool J,
Zero Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
The Skatalites,
Ludus,
Don Cherry,
Albert Ayler,
Spandau Ballet,
U.S. Maple,
Black Sheep,
CMW,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.