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 Afghanistan and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Brand Nubian to the rock 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Motorama,
Jacob Miller,
Ultravox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Almond,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reagan Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Eddi Front,
Roxy Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Wells,
Minutemen,
Camouflage,
The Motions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiohead,
Basic Channel,
Public Enemy,
The Fuzztones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalann,
CMW,
The Kinks,
The Cure,
The Searchers,
The Martian,
The Happenings,
MDC,
Can,
10cc,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Bauhaus,
Mr. Review,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronnie Foster,
Blake Baxter,
Vainqueur,
Susan Cadogan,
The Remains,
The Velvet Underground,
Schoolly D,
Quando Quango,
The Knickerbockers,
The Birthday Party,
Dual Sessions,
Inner City,
Talk Talk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The United States of America,
Nas,
Donald Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.