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 Mongolia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Searchers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
New Order,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül,
Crime,
These Immortal Souls,
10cc,
Hoover,
Ohio Players,
Gong,
Rotary Connection,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Graham Central Station,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs,
Shoche,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glenn Branca,
Peter and Kerry,
John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Althea and Donna,
Janne Schatter,
Brass Construction,
Joyce Sims,
The Blackbyrds,
Pylon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Happenings,
X-102,
Marmalade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Machine,
CMW,
Isaac Hayes,
Connie Case,
Frankie Knuckles,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiohead,
Flash Fearless,
Rites of Spring,
Minny Pops,
The Slackers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mantronix,
Liliput,
Eddi Front,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bauhaus,
X-Ray Spex,
Leonard Cohen,
World's Most,
The J.B.'s,
Scan 7,
Hashim,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.