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 China and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sun Ra to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wings,
Audionom,
Derrick Morgan,
Agent Orange,
Chris Corsano,
Terry Callier,
Fugazi,
The Techniques,
Aural Exciters,
Ornette Coleman,
Yaz,
Matthew Bourne,
Sound Behaviour,
John Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Easy Going,
Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Suburban Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang of Four,
Popol Vuh,
Agitation Free,
Parry Music,
Panda Bear,
Arab on Radar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Toasters,
Pussy Galore,
Monks,
Cymande,
Surgeon,
The Velvet Underground,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The American Breed,
Alphaville,
Bill Wells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Procol Harum,
Scan 7,
CMW,
Smog,
Cheater Slicks,
Guru Guru,
Lower 48,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Theoretical Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
The Raincoats,
Sister Nancy,
Don Cherry,
Steve Hackett,
Camberwell Now,
Barrington Levy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.