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 Greece and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mighty Diamonds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Tim Buckley,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masters at Work,
The New Christs,
X-101,
Nico,
Mr. Review,
10cc,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drexciya,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Christie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erasure,
The Beau Brummels,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radio Birdman,
The Misunderstood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Martian,
Easy Going,
Camberwell Now,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Fad Gadget,
Iggy Pop,
The Fuzztones,
Brand Nubian,
Visage,
Man Parrish,
Henry Cow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Intrusion,
The Human League,
Rekid,
Bobby Womack,
Quando Quango,
Judy Mowatt,
Yellowson,
Chris Corsano,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Normal,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Joe Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Stetsasonic,
Lindisfarne,
These Immortal Souls,
Buzzcocks,
Stereo Dub,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.