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 Argentina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
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 chamberlin 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the electroclash 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Freddie Wadling,
Subhumans,
The Residents,
Easy Going,
Bush Tetras,
Loose Ends,
The Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Bourne,
Trumans Water,
Joyce Sims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Mills,
Nirvana,
Supertramp,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
The Kinks,
Arthur Verocai,
Charles Mingus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tim Buckley,
Excepter,
Eddi Front,
Ultravox,
Lou Christie,
X-Ray Spex,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Fear,
Leonard Cohen,
Quando Quango,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Seeds,
Monks,
DNA,
Nas,
the Slits,
Tres Demented,
Malaria!,
The Names,
Scan 7,
The Skatalites,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Offenders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker,
The Busters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cure,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.