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 Lebanon and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Tubeway Army to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Porter Ricks,
Aloha Tigers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Barrington Levy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Offenders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Y Pants,
The Smiths,
The Star Department,
Infiniti,
The Gladiators,
Peter & Gordon,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick Morgan,
The Skatalites,
Laurel Aitken,
Danielle Patucci,
Suburban Knight,
Visage,
Swell Maps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anakelly,
Saccharine Trust,
Gichy Dan,
Scientists,
Lalann,
The Smoke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Smog,
Cymande,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Count Five,
Albert Ayler,
Donald Byrd,
Gong,
Alphaville,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Bourne,
Lindisfarne,
Pole,
The Misunderstood,
Wally Richardson,
Arcadia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Make Up,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Sneak,
Black Pus,
Agitation Free,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Brand Nubian,
Vladislav Delay,
Interpol,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.