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 Austria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Beau Brummels to the techno 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
The Slackers,
Inner City,
LL Cool J,
The American Breed,
Quadrant,
The Litter,
Gang Gang Dance,
D'Angelo,
Khruangbin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
Mission of Burma,
This Heat,
Crime,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Carl Craig,
Donny Hathaway,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Moon,
Aaron Thompson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Outsiders,
The Beau Brummels,
Grauzone,
Altered Images,
Nik Kershaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crooked Eye,
Fluxion,
KRS-One,
Alphaville,
Eyeless In Gaza,
48th St. Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
T. Rex,
Oblivians,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sister Nancy,
Blossom Toes,
The Slits,
CMW,
Underground Resistance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cluster,
Eli Mardock,
the Human League,
Deepchord,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.