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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Wasted Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Golliwogs,
Altered Images,
Funkadelic,
Barrington Levy,
Hashim,
Cluster,
Joy Division,
Spoonie Gee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Techniques,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Human League,
The Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young,
La Düsseldorf,
Brand Nubian,
Cecil Taylor,
Skaos,
Eurythmics,
Shuggie Otis,
Alphaville,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Names,
New Order,
Flash Fearless,
Chrome,
The Detroit Cobras,
New York Dolls,
Iggy Pop,
Crooked Eye,
Alison Limerick,
Vladislav Delay,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül,
Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Darondo,
David Axelrod,
Young Marble Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Khruangbin,
Adolescents,
Joey Negro,
Livin' Joy,
Black Flag,
the Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Pierre Henry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Divine Comedy,
Leonard Cohen,
Dave Gahan,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.