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 Slovakia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 Names to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Soul II Soul,
The Five Americans,
Eurythmics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DNA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Order,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Goldenarms,
Brick,
Liliput,
Faraquet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nico,
Mr. Review,
Davy DMX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Young Marble Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
The Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed,
Magazine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moleskins,
Talk Talk,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits,
Half Japanese,
The Names,
Deakin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Japan,
Chris Corsano,
Ten City,
The Wake,
Nas,
Barbara Tucker,
Terry Callier,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Section 25,
World's Most,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Teasers,
Heaven 17,
Boz Scaggs,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Enemy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ponytail,
Fela Kuti,
Bauhaus,
The Pop Group,
Robert Hood,
Hoover,
Circle Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.