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 Bangladesh and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Harpers Bizarre to the funk 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Crime,
Black Pus,
The Doors,
Quantec,
Gichy Dan,
Kenny Larkin,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
New Age Steppers,
Donald Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Infiniti,
The New Christs,
The Mojo Men,
Au Pairs,
La Düsseldorf,
Connie Case,
Joe Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
UT,
Faust,
Marshall Jefferson,
D'Angelo,
The Dirtbombs,
Talk Talk,
Yusef Lateef,
Panda Bear,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Hill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jandek,
MC5,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Royal Trux,
Leonard Cohen,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Wally Richardson,
Model 500,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tubeway Army,
Malaria!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Wasted Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q and Not U,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fugs,
Urselle,
Bronski Beat,
Judy Mowatt,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.