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 Guinea-Bissau and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Barclay James Harvest to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Sherman,
the Human League,
Carl Craig,
Cheater Slicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terry Callier,
Jawbox,
Donald Byrd,
The Residents,
the Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
48th St. Collective,
Warsaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sarah Menescal,
The Victims,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slave,
Flipper,
In Retrospect,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultra Naté,
Sixth Finger,
Rites of Spring,
The Sound,
MC5,
Gang of Four,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Certain Ratio,
Make Up,
Nas,
Tom Boy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swans,
B.T. Express,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Clarke,
Duran Duran,
Roxy Music,
Saccharine Trust,
The Saints,
Technova,
Roger Hodgson,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Bourne,
Interpol,
Dead Boys,
Masters at Work,
Todd Terry,
Chrome,
Connie Case,
Isaac Hayes,
Mars,
Minutemen,
Thompson Twins,
Pierre Henry,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.