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 Sierra Leone and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Outsiders to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Flash Fearless,
The Toasters,
Tommy Roe,
Hashim,
Lungfish,
Nils Olav,
cv313,
Bush Tetras,
The Victims,
Rod Modell,
Zapp,
Magma,
Q and Not U,
ABBA,
Bill Near,
Junior Murvin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Davy DMX,
Angry Samoans,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Bourne,
Mandrill,
Gong,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Massinfluence,
The New Christs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skaos,
Pagans,
Nirvana,
Crooked Eye,
Camouflage,
The Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Grey Daturas,
Oneida,
Rapeman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Theoretical Girls,
Blancmange,
Dave Gahan,
The Wake,
Al Stewart,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Black Dice,
Pere Ubu,
Agent Orange,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Divine Comedy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick May,
Barrington Levy,
The Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.