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 Georgia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Graham Central Station to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Interpol,
Bluetip,
The Remains,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gichy Dan,
Infiniti,
John Holt,
Country Teasers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moody Blues,
Roxy Music,
D'Angelo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camouflage,
Popol Vuh,
10cc,
Motorama,
Jerry's Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerri Chandler,
Duran Duran,
X-101,
The Smiths,
Model 500,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Toasters,
Echospace,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stetsasonic,
Barry Ungar,
Brick,
Arab on Radar,
Graham Central Station,
Toni Rubio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warren Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Near,
Mr. Review,
The Stooges,
AZ,
Joe Smooth,
Easy Going,
Scientists,
Avey Tare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.