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 Japan and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nick Fraelich to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Dead Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris Corsano,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
Al Stewart,
The Motions,
Supertramp,
Jawbox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agent Orange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Adolescents,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MDC,
Sam Rivers,
The Names,
Frankie Knuckles,
Intrusion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Joyce Sims,
Colin Newman,
Wally Richardson,
Susan Cadogan,
Sugar Minott,
Masters at Work,
DJ Style,
Oneida,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Eating Sloth,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blues Magoos,
L. Decosne,
X-102,
Junior Murvin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
OOIOO,
The Young Rascals,
Urselle,
Lindisfarne,
Tres Demented,
Half Japanese,
Bob Dylan,
Inner City,
Pagans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kayak,
Robert Görl,
Skarface,
Tim Buckley,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.