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 Samoa and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Yaz to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Kinks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Parry Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
E-Dancer,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerri Chandler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Flag,
The Motions,
Joe Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacques Brel,
The Toasters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eurythmics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Saccharine Trust,
Jimmy McGriff,
K-Klass,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alphaville,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Malaria!,
Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Christie,
Maleditus Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scan 7,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Duran Duran,
Funkadelic,
Wolf Eyes,
Zero Boys,
Mr. Review,
The J.B.'s,
Roxy Music,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.