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 Armenia and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Suburban Knight to the disco 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Japan,
Davy DMX,
AZ,
Mandrill,
The Slackers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Don Cherry,
Lucky Dragons,
Simply Red,
Soul Sonic Force,
MC5,
The Offenders,
Negative Approach,
Black Flag,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Donny Hathaway,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dirtbombs,
Alison Limerick,
Shuggie Otis,
Infiniti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joensuu 1685,
the Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Dark Day,
Khruangbin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Clarke,
DNA,
Underground Resistance,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
Glenn Branca,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Christie,
John Lydon,
Groovy Waters,
Easy Going,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Techniques,
Minny Pops,
The Last Poets,
Gang Starr,
cv313,
Con Funk Shun,
Scion,
Marine Girls,
Joy Division,
Patti Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Oneida,
The Misunderstood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
World's Most,
Tres Demented,
Q65,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.