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 Switzerland and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Saccharine Trust to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Stooges,
Radiohead,
Oblivians,
Technova,
The Last Poets,
Pulsallama,
EPMD,
Eden Ahbez,
Deakin,
The Associates,
Barry Ungar,
Television Personalities,
Peter & Gordon,
Funky Four + One,
Alison Limerick,
Aaron Thompson,
Graham Central Station,
Ludus,
Spoonie Gee,
Sister Nancy,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Rundgren,
Cymande,
Spandau Ballet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Guru Guru,
The Pop Group,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül,
Babytalk,
Dawn Penn,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joy Division,
Black Flag,
Franke,
Joyce Sims,
Black Moon,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Litter,
Monks,
X-102,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Green,
Dave Gahan,
Angry Samoans,
Bluetip,
Slick Rick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crime,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Throbbing Gristle,
The Count Five,
Albert Ayler,
Visage,
Depeche Mode,
Ronan,
Matthew Bourne,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.