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 Sierra Leone and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lindisfarne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
Dead Boys,
The Mummies,
Zero Boys,
Fear,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blossom Toes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Black Dice,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sparks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donald Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maurizio,
Zapp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Buckinghams,
Dawn Penn,
Subhumans,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Average White Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Womack,
Kenny Larkin,
Half Japanese,
Lungfish,
The Slits,
Moby Grape,
Graham Central Station,
Lucky Dragons,
Intrusion,
The Saints,
Barry Ungar,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Guru Guru,
Pussy Galore,
The Divine Comedy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra,
Brass Construction,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
The Mojo Men,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Dolphy,
Ken Boothe,
Eddi Front,
The Young Rascals,
Simply Red,
Camberwell Now,
Sonny Sharrock,
Connie Case,
Q65,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.