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 Oman and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Chris & Cosey to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Laurel Aitken,
Flash Fearless,
Bob Dylan,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Hood,
The Gladiators,
Unrelated Segments,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gories,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masters at Work,
Parry Music,
Lyres,
Con Funk Shun,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minutemen,
Liliput,
Black Pus,
Minnie Riperton,
Blossom Toes,
The Cure,
The Standells,
Swans,
MDC,
Quando Quango,
Rekid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Bananas,
T.S.O.L.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Darondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Five Americans,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Byrd,
MC5,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
JFA,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moody Blues,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mojo Men,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Banda Bassotti,
Wally Richardson,
Erykah Badu,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.