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 Mongolia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Thee Headcoats to the grime 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
X-Ray Spex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vainqueur,
Schoolly D,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Offenders,
Fat Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Stetsasonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Sheep,
The Human League,
Fela Kuti,
The Skatalites,
Leonard Cohen,
Easy Going,
Harmonia,
Roger Hodgson,
Surgeon,
Sun City Girls,
Model 500,
The Blackbyrds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Scrapy,
Whodini,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Motions,
Bill Wells,
DJ Sneak,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jawbox,
The Invisible,
Second Layer,
Soft Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
The Walker Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
D'Angelo,
Essential Logic,
Tim Buckley,
the Germs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
10cc,
The Wake,
Erasure,
Barry Ungar,
MC5,
Albert Ayler,
The Techniques,
Babytalk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Icehouse,
Sight & Sound,
Das Ding,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul Sonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Radio Birdman,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.