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 Brazil and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Robert Palmer 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 Wolf Eyes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Patti Smith,
This Heat,
Archie Shepp,
Basic Channel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Qualms,
David Axelrod,
UT,
Subhumans,
Whodini,
Junior Murvin,
Howard Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
James White and The Blacks,
ABC,
Desert Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zapp,
Intrusion,
48th St. Collective,
Dark Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantytec,
World's Most,
The Gap Band,
Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Wake,
The Skatalites,
Television Personalities,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
E-Dancer,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Busters,
Stetsasonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Buckinghams,
The Cramps,
Second Layer,
H. Thieme,
Arab on Radar,
Sister Nancy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Searchers,
Suicide,
Alton Ellis,
Lalann,
Ossler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Audionom,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Au Pairs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Raincoats,
Terry Callier,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.