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 Kyrgyzstan and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Icehouse to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Sonic Youth,
Eddi Front,
Terry Callier,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Trumans Water,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Five Americans,
Bauhaus,
Arthur Verocai,
Magma,
Quadrant,
Television,
Oneida,
Rakim,
The Trojans,
the Association,
The Raincoats,
JFA,
Kurtis Blow,
In Retrospect,
Country Teasers,
Chris Corsano,
Jacob Miller,
Niagra,
Carl Craig,
Loose Ends,
Todd Terry,
Eric Copeland,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dead C,
Dual Sessions,
Liliput,
The Doors,
China Crisis,
Idris Muhammad,
Graham Central Station,
the Germs,
Lightning Bolt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bad Manners,
Camberwell Now,
Hardrive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donny Hathaway,
Interpol,
Fluxion,
Marvin Gaye,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Panda Bear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Malaria!,
The Smoke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Aaron Thompson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gories,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.