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 Peru and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sun Ra to the grime 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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sam Rivers,
Steve Hackett,
Fat Boys,
Black Flag,
Marc Almond,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra,
F. McDonald,
Wasted Youth,
DNA,
David Axelrod,
Bauhaus,
Agitation Free,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Motions,
Newcleus,
Letta Mbulu,
The Trojans,
Sight & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
Franke,
Albert Ayler,
Brand Nubian,
Cameo,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unwound,
World's Most,
Groovy Waters,
Ornette Coleman,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Buckinghams,
Mr. Review,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oblivians,
Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Sound Behaviour,
The Velvet Underground,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-102,
Gang Green,
Zero Boys,
Connie Case,
The Mummies,
The Five Americans,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Lydon,
Terry Callier,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Chris Corsano,
The Fall,
Funky Four + One,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.