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 Botswana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 Guru Guru to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Womack,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Judy Mowatt,
KRS-One,
Rod Modell,
Roger Hodgson,
Swell Maps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fluxion,
Gong,
Wings,
Lakeside,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Malaria!,
Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Star Department,
The Standells,
Second Layer,
The Buckinghams,
The Searchers,
UT,
The Sisters of Mercy,
PIL,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dual Sessions,
Main Source,
Altered Images,
Schoolly D,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Kurtis Blow,
Thompson Twins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Buzzcocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eli Mardock,
Qualms,
The Kinks,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.