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 Sri Lanka and from Glasgow.
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 New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Tom Boy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Clear Light,
Average White Band,
Althea and Donna,
Boz Scaggs,
In Retrospect,
Jawbox,
Maurizio,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
Eddi Front,
The American Breed,
Man Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
Lightning Bolt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zapp,
Crash Course in Science,
Kas Product,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Intrusion,
ABBA,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Hill,
Youth Brigade,
the Germs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bad Manners,
AZ,
New Age Steppers,
Terry Callier,
Judy Mowatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
Marvin Gaye,
The Barracudas,
The Tremeloes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tears for Fears,
The Mummies,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ice-T,
Pantaleimon,
Maleditus Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
New York Dolls,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.