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 Iceland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Dave Clark Five to the techno 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Arthur Verocai,
Infiniti,
Khruangbin,
Juan Atkins,
The Cure,
Neil Young,
The Fortunes,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Black Dice,
Agitation Free,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neu!,
Accadde A,
Funky Four + One,
The Moleskins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Toni Rubio,
Dark Day,
Whodini,
The Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Arcadia,
Slave,
Angry Samoans,
The Sound,
The Young Rascals,
The Stooges,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pere Ubu,
June Days,
B.T. Express,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fuzztones,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronnie Foster,
Wings,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ohio Players,
Hot Snakes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mantronix,
Wally Richardson,
Goldenarms,
Skaos,
Rod Modell,
Crime,
UT,
Don Cherry,
Soulsonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Association,
Clear Light,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.