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 Italy and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Chris Corsano to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
the Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Beau Brummels,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gap Band,
Monolake,
Nico,
F. McDonald,
Massinfluence,
Shoche,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Near,
Sam Rivers,
PIL,
AZ,
the Normal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magazine,
The Star Department,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül,
This Heat,
The Mummies,
Joe Smooth,
New York Dolls,
Wings,
DJ Style,
The Last Poets,
Rod Modell,
The Red Krayola,
Rekid,
Prince Buster,
Susan Cadogan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cecil Taylor,
Von Mondo,
Bauhaus,
Y Pants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delta 5,
FM Einheit,
The Kinks,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Offenders,
Ken Boothe,
Liliput,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sex Pistols,
Warren Ellis,
Nas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Symarip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.