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 Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Au Pairs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Urselle,
Ultravox,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boredoms,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül II,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yaz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minny Pops,
Excepter,
Kas Product,
Danielle Patucci,
Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Intrusion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Hill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ken Boothe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Golliwogs,
Rotary Connection,
Skriet,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Starr,
The Invisible,
Black Sheep,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultra Naté,
Eli Mardock,
Guru Guru,
Idris Muhammad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Ice-T,
World's Most,
The Gun Club,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mo-Dettes,
New York Dolls,
The Offenders,
Amazonics,
Cybotron,
Kayak,
Cluster,
Delta 5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.