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 Nepal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 UT to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glenn Branca,
Neu!,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Association,
The Litter,
Faraquet,
Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Fugazi,
PIL,
Bauhaus,
the Germs,
Angry Samoans,
Swell Maps,
The New Christs,
Jawbox,
The Fugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Star Department,
The Trojans,
The Fuzztones,
Judy Mowatt,
Terry Callier,
Thompson Twins,
Aaron Thompson,
Severed Heads,
Joe Smooth,
Deepchord,
The Real Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Interpol,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerri Chandler,
JFA,
Darondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June Days,
The Kinks,
Icehouse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cymande,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Al Stewart,
Grey Daturas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fall,
Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Saccharine Trust,
Harmonia,
Gang Starr,
The Slits,
Ronan,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.