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 Czech Republic and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Michelle Simonal to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Hood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Skatalites,
Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Ken Boothe,
The Doors,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hoover,
Minutemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
La Düsseldorf,
Technova,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Durutti Column,
Talk Talk,
X-101,
Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Star Department,
Fad Gadget,
Rosa Yemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scratch Acid,
KRS-One,
The Smiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warsaw,
Infiniti,
Duran Duran,
The Standells,
T.S.O.L.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stereo Dub,
Circle Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Count Five,
Wings,
Black Bananas,
Scan 7,
Barry Ungar,
DNA,
Ten City,
Derrick Morgan,
The Saints,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magazine,
The Black Dice,
Crispy Ambulance,
Little Man,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Inner City,
Isaac Hayes,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.