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 Togo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Eddi Front to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flipper,
The Young Rascals,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
AZ,
DJ Style,
E-Dancer,
The Remains,
Lungfish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sight & Sound,
The Searchers,
The Music Machine,
Carl Craig,
Deepchord,
Andrew Hill,
Panda Bear,
Aswad,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Little Man,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Normal,
Neu!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Cale,
Cameo,
Steve Hackett,
Con Funk Shun,
Excepter,
Archie Shepp,
Duran Duran,
Tom Boy,
the Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare,
Television Personalities,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Saints,
Joey Negro,
MDC,
Brothers Johnson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June Days,
Radiohead,
Saccharine Trust,
Marvin Gaye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
FM Einheit,
Soul Sonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.