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 Estonia and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Robert Palmer 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 Anakelly to the funk 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Half Japanese,
Chris Corsano,
Organ,
Silicon Teens,
The Selecter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maurizio,
Bill Wells,
Stetsasonic,
Tim Buckley,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
X-Ray Spex,
Bad Manners,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Qualms,
Excepter,
The Tremeloes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Davy DMX,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Terry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun City Girls,
Subhumans,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Clarke,
Janne Schatter,
Prince Buster,
Robert Wyatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aswad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television Personalities,
The Smoke,
Wire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Machine,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Lydon,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
B.T. Express,
Chris & Cosey,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.