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 Mongolia and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Tom Boy to the punk 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Kinks,
Guru Guru,
Davy DMX,
PIL,
Clear Light,
Suburban Knight,
Iggy Pop,
The Divine Comedy,
Unwound,
Ronan,
Minor Threat,
The Five Americans,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slits,
K-Klass,
The Smiths,
Robert Görl,
New Age Steppers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fuzztones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gap Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed,
Marvin Gaye,
Masters at Work,
Colin Newman,
Nas,
Gang of Four,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Interpol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ossler,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Black Flag,
The Tremeloes,
Second Layer,
The Monks,
Black Pus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nico,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Selecter,
Popol Vuh,
Magazine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Icehouse,
Camberwell Now,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Zeros,
Marcia Griffiths,
Newcleus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.