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 Qatar and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Mighty Diamonds to the punk 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Techniques,
Janne Schatter,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Clarke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Sneak,
Massinfluence,
Zapp,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Davy DMX,
Aloha Tigers,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Starr,
The Slackers,
Khruangbin,
Stetsasonic,
a-ha,
Main Source,
The Martian,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pretty Things,
Au Pairs,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June of 44,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
One Last Wish,
The Walker Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anakelly,
Marmalade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drexciya,
La Düsseldorf,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wasted Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Sam Rivers,
Icehouse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacques Brel,
The Searchers,
Vainqueur,
Prince Buster,
Parry Music,
Japan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
Ken Boothe,
Minnie Riperton,
Magma,
The Cure,
Mission of Burma,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.