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 Turkmenistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Byron Stingily to the jazz 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Nico,
Hot Snakes,
Wire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiohead,
David McCallum,
Gang of Four,
Q and Not U,
Basic Channel,
Ossler,
Crime,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Motions,
The Cowsills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
EPMD,
Michelle Simonal,
Scan 7,
Howard Jones,
Eli Mardock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bush Tetras,
Monolake,
Make Up,
the Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Infiniti,
Dead Boys,
Nirvana,
The American Breed,
Zero Boys,
Lou Christie,
The Kinks,
New Order,
The Buckinghams,
Arthur Verocai,
Fat Boys,
The Misunderstood,
AZ,
Country Teasers,
KRS-One,
Isaac Hayes,
Barbara Tucker,
Kurtis Blow,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deepchord,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Mills,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Procol Harum,
Guru Guru,
Mars,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monks,
Pussy Galore,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.