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 Comoros and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Deakin to the electroclash 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Half Japanese,
The Gun Club,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eli Mardock,
the Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
Pulsallama,
The Kinks,
Gabor Szabo,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Easy Going,
David Bowie,
Ultravox,
Morten Harket,
Toni Rubio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Moss Icon,
Pole,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Hill,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gories,
The Pretty Things,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Supertramp,
Moby Grape,
Accadde A,
Cybotron,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
The Vogues,
Scrapy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Motions,
Scratch Acid,
The Walker Brothers,
The American Breed,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Albert Ayler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harmonia,
Carl Craig,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Massinfluence,
Skaos,
The Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.