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 Ivory Coast and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 Althea and Donna to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Sound,
June of 44,
Kerri Chandler,
Young Marble Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scrapy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Banda Bassotti,
Infiniti,
Niagra,
Jandek,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
E-Dancer,
Marvin Gaye,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABC,
John Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
the Normal,
The Durutti Column,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronnie Foster,
This Heat,
Barbara Tucker,
Essential Logic,
Can,
Mad Mike,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Modern Lovers,
Iggy Pop,
Bizarre Inc.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kurtis Blow,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Urselle,
Nirvana,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slits,
Agent Orange,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül II,
The Residents,
Ice-T,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ituana,
48th St. Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Index,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Finger,
The Mummies,
Fad Gadget,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Henry Cow,
Suicide,
The Toasters,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.