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 Russia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Associates,
the Fania All-Stars,
Main Source,
Nas,
The Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Sight & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Skaos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stiv Bators,
Sun City Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Hoover,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Womack,
The Sound,
The Invisible,
Magazine,
Absolute Body Control,
Mandrill,
The Smiths,
Skriet,
Cameo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
the Bar-Kays,
F. McDonald,
48th St. Collective,
Chrome,
Boogie Down Productions,
World's Most,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dark Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cal Tjader,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funky Four + One,
Faust,
The Grass Roots,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crash Course in Science,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masters at Work,
The Dirtbombs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Certain Ratio,
David McCallum,
John Foxx,
Bronski Beat,
The Doors,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.