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 Papua New Guinea and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Underground Resistance to the jazz 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Sneak,
Basic Channel,
The Zeros,
Moss Icon,
Chris Corsano,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Y Pants,
The Modern Lovers,
Bauhaus,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Style,
Al Stewart,
Stiv Bators,
Terry Callier,
Sixth Finger,
The Barracudas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Simply Red,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minor Threat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxette,
Magma,
The Victims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chrome,
The Trojans,
The Remains,
Wings,
DNA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Tremeloes,
ABC,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sandy B,
X-101,
Delon & Dalcan,
Loose Ends,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronan,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Model 500,
D'Angelo,
Ludus,
Icehouse,
Darondo,
The Evens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delta 5,
B.T. Express,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.