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 Guatemala and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Janne Schatter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harry Pussy,
Bad Manners,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
cv313,
Kerri Chandler,
Crime,
Circle Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Maleditus Sound,
Masters at Work,
DJ Sneak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
the Association,
Basic Channel,
Rapeman,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Can,
The Invisible,
Pylon,
Malaria!,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Green,
Freddie Wadling,
Section 25,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scratch Acid,
Public Enemy,
Robert Hood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Near,
The Gun Club,
Skarface,
Pulsallama,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Görl,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Copeland,
Interpol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
a-ha,
Harmonia,
X-Ray Spex,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.