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 Venezuela and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Joe Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
H. Thieme,
The Young Rascals,
Underground Resistance,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Duran Duran,
X-101,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Darondo,
Minutemen,
Neil Young,
Popol Vuh,
Banda Bassotti,
ABBA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Groovy Waters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harry Pussy,
Brand Nubian,
The Pop Group,
Black Pus,
The Angels of Light,
Make Up,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Rundgren,
Maurizio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Age Steppers,
Aswad,
New York Dolls,
A Certain Ratio,
Sight & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Walker Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül,
The Residents,
The New Christs,
The Birthday Party,
Black Moon,
Sixth Finger,
Moby Grape,
Ronnie Foster,
Tubeway Army,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Janne Schatter,
Joyce Sims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra,
Ohio Players,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.