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 Albania and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Men They Couldn't Hang 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonic Youth,
Jawbox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Durutti Column,
Oblivians,
Sound Behaviour,
Tears for Fears,
Duran Duran,
The Fortunes,
Mo-Dettes,
the Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric B and Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Underground Resistance,
The Fall,
Rites of Spring,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harmonia,
Youth Brigade,
UT,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mars,
Country Teasers,
Juan Atkins,
Graham Central Station,
Wings,
Gil Scott Heron,
This Heat,
Severed Heads,
Surgeon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Michelle Simonal,
Marine Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Main Source,
DJ Sneak,
Hashim,
Half Japanese,
Theoretical Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
Yusef Lateef,
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster,
Junior Murvin,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.