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 Guinea-Bissau and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 Cluster to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Second Layer,
Supertramp,
T. Rex,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Raincoats,
June of 44,
Niagra,
Judy Mowatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Reagan Youth,
Neu!,
Ohio Players,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tommy Roe,
Newcleus,
Sister Nancy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Massinfluence,
Robert Görl,
Roxy Music,
Rotary Connection,
The Moleskins,
Khruangbin,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yellowson,
B.T. Express,
Agitation Free,
Bill Wells,
Accadde A,
Symarip,
Crispy Ambulance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Archie Shepp,
The Trojans,
the Bar-Kays,
Wire,
Mission of Burma,
Ken Boothe,
Camberwell Now,
ABC,
Section 25,
Flipper,
Y Pants,
Pantytec,
The Grass Roots,
Joy Division,
Main Source,
John Lydon,
CMW,
Lou Christie,
The Velvet Underground,
Desert Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marvin Gaye,
The Black Dice,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.