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 Ghana and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flamin' Groovies to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Cluster,
Hardrive,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Womack,
June Days,
Cheater Slicks,
Pulsallama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monochrome Set,
Monks,
ABBA,
Slick Rick,
The Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Walker Brothers,
The Wake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
Quadrant,
Crash Course in Science,
KRS-One,
Lalann,
Television,
The Angels of Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mr. Review,
The Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
Monolake,
Unrelated Segments,
The Real Kids,
Minutemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker,
Susan Cadogan,
Parry Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blues Magoos,
Trumans Water,
R.M.O.,
The Index,
The Young Rascals,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q65,
Vainqueur,
Rapeman,
the Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Lynne,
Animal Collective,
Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Hoover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tom Boy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.