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 Togo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Unrelated Segments to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
John Foxx,
a-ha,
Model 500,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
Eden Ahbez,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yellowson,
Tears for Fears,
Basic Channel,
Chris & Cosey,
Bluetip,
Dennis Brown,
Crooked Eye,
Half Japanese,
The Busters,
Siglo XX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shoche,
Procol Harum,
Hardrive,
Excepter,
Joensuu 1685,
Grey Daturas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alton Ellis,
Scion,
Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
Black Moon,
Lou Christie,
Camouflage,
Ponytail,
The Slackers,
The Star Department,
Babytalk,
Fluxion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Donny Hathaway,
Dual Sessions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Sherman,
Absolute Body Control,
Ralphi Rosario,
Panda Bear,
Bad Manners,
Los Fastidios,
Flamin' Groovies,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.