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 Gabon and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Robert Palmer 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 Livin' Joy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Los Fastidios,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gabor Szabo,
Masters at Work,
The Busters,
Josef K,
Motorama,
Minnie Riperton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Sheep,
The Shadows of Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
David Axelrod,
Mission of Burma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maurizio,
The Gun Club,
Max Romeo,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eve St. Jones,
Nico,
Lalann,
Stereo Dub,
U.S. Maple,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hot Snakes,
JFA,
Rod Modell,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Inner City,
The Star Department,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tim Buckley,
John Cale,
Negative Approach,
the Bar-Kays,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Janne Schatter,
Mark Hollis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantaleimon,
Suicide,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Slick Rick,
David McCallum,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vladislav Delay,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.