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 Malta and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rap 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Skaos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick May,
Quando Quango,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smoke,
Jawbox,
The Motions,
Sun Ra,
Saccharine Trust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delta 5,
Pussy Galore,
Visage,
Jacob Miller,
Lindisfarne,
The Dead C,
The Selecter,
David McCallum,
The Happenings,
Silicon Teens,
Yusef Lateef,
Deakin,
Pierre Henry,
Y Pants,
Godley & Creme,
Pantytec,
Boz Scaggs,
Accadde A,
The Sisters of Mercy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Sonics,
Marmalade,
Soul II Soul,
Bad Manners,
The Kinks,
Robert Hood,
Henry Cow,
Ludus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vainqueur,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Japan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dave Gahan,
Lalann,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angry Samoans,
The Searchers,
Mr. Review,
The Mojo Men,
Magma,
Alton Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Freddie Wadling,
DNA,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.