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 Mauritania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Ultra Naté to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Zeros,
Funkadelic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bronski Beat,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Bananas,
Television Personalities,
Warren Ellis,
Cymande,
Fluxion,
Das Ding,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lower 48,
Arthur Verocai,
New York Dolls,
Pole,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Human League,
Hoover,
Jeff Mills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agitation Free,
Ultravox,
Neil Young,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cheater Slicks,
The Buckinghams,
Scientists,
Heaven 17,
The Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Remains,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Easy Going,
Erasure,
Gabor Szabo,
Godley & Creme,
Ossler,
Sister Nancy,
Anakelly,
The Blues Magoos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nirvana,
David Bowie,
Colin Newman,
Can,
Bobby Byrd,
Simply Red,
JFA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mission of Burma,
Panda Bear,
the Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.