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 Morocco and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Kaleidoscope to the grunge 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Litter,
Rufus Thomas,
The United States of America,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Malaria!,
Bill Wells,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Holt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q and Not U,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Order,
Derrick May,
AZ,
The Tremeloes,
Erykah Badu,
Pantytec,
Radio Birdman,
Parry Music,
Quantec,
Fear,
Marmalade,
The Kinks,
Wally Richardson,
The Velvet Underground,
Brand Nubian,
Patti Smith,
Desert Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Adolescents,
The Beau Brummels,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Names,
Lucky Dragons,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Neon Judgement,
The Victims,
Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suburban Knight,
John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crash Course in Science,
ABC,
Icehouse,
Henry Cow,
Severed Heads,
Liliput,
PIL,
Marc Almond,
The Stooges,
Joey Negro,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Bananas,
Letta Mbulu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Isaac Hayes,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.