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 Austria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the techno 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Chocolate Watch Band,
Simply Red,
Animal Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Brand Nubian,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-101,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stetsasonic,
Motorama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantytec,
Brothers Johnson,
The United States of America,
Roger Hodgson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ornette Coleman,
Flash Fearless,
Ituana,
The Durutti Column,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visage,
Kerri Chandler,
The Star Department,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Ludus,
New Order,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Hill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Skatalites,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Dolphy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arab on Radar,
Charles Mingus,
Skaos,
Q and Not U,
Wolf Eyes,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
The Wake,
EPMD,
Boredoms,
Black Sheep,
ABBA,
David Bowie,
David McCallum,
Quando Quango,
Ultimate Spinach,
DNA,
Erasure,
K-Klass,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.