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 Israel and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Todd Rundgren to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Janne Schatter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Icehouse,
The Fugs,
Andrew Hill,
Judy Mowatt,
Jandek,
Eddi Front,
Man Parrish,
Moebius,
Main Source,
Circle Jerks,
The Techniques,
Blossom Toes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Delta 5,
Byron Stingily,
Nirvana,
Bill Near,
Leonard Cohen,
The Star Department,
Duran Duran,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Associates,
Lungfish,
Y Pants,
Desert Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
OOIOO,
Talk Talk,
The Barracudas,
The Fall,
Fear,
The New Christs,
Khruangbin,
Radiohead,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare,
Silicon Teens,
Cal Tjader,
48th St. Collective,
Chrome,
Yaz,
Rosa Yemen,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Section 25,
Motorama,
The Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul II Soul,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cramps,
Fat Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.