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 Iran and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tres Demented to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Christie,
Nik Kershaw,
Unrelated Segments,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pylon,
Y Pants,
Lightning Bolt,
Nirvana,
The Neon Judgement,
Alton Ellis,
Eddi Front,
Kas Product,
Yaz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Whodini,
Cecil Taylor,
Fad Gadget,
The J.B.'s,
The Slackers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blues Magoos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Real Kids,
Pagans,
The Dirtbombs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anthony Braxton,
Donny Hathaway,
Glenn Branca,
Kool Moe Dee,
Inner City,
The Cramps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Moon,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delta 5,
Judy Mowatt,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed,
Oblivians,
Scientists,
Youth Brigade,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker,
Bluetip,
Little Man,
Sugar Minott,
Crime,
Spoonie Gee,
Urselle,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.