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 Luxembourg and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Mr. Review to the grunge 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Ice-T,
Massinfluence,
Mark Hollis,
Fear,
Altered Images,
The Slits,
Index,
The Leaves,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Spoonie Gee,
The Barracudas,
E-Dancer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Terry,
Television,
Essential Logic,
Marc Almond,
Gang Green,
The Five Americans,
DNA,
CMW,
Whodini,
The Vogues,
Procol Harum,
Morten Harket,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra,
Sister Nancy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sandy B,
Duran Duran,
T.S.O.L.,
Pierre Henry,
Minor Threat,
Iggy Pop,
Chris & Cosey,
Carl Craig,
Pantytec,
The Offenders,
Cameo,
Absolute Body Control,
Nirvana,
Ohio Players,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonic Youth,
The Mojo Men,
The Toasters,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New York Dolls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry's Kids,
ABBA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blake Baxter,
the Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
the Human League,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.