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 Marshall Islands and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Minor Threat to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
Swell Maps,
X-101,
kango's stein massive,
Zapp,
Al Stewart,
Talk Talk,
Deakin,
Babytalk,
Camberwell Now,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fugazi,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brass Construction,
Simply Red,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hot Snakes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Royal Trux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Hashim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camouflage,
Wally Richardson,
Rod Modell,
Don Cherry,
Scratch Acid,
The Kinks,
Anthony Braxton,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonic Youth,
Scion,
Marvin Gaye,
The Selecter,
F. McDonald,
Skarface,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Divine Comedy,
Arcadia,
Goldenarms,
The Evens,
Yazoo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Searchers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June Days,
The American Breed,
Barrington Levy,
Main Source,
Robert Wyatt,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.