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 Uruguay and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Grandmaster Flash to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Erasure,
Ultra Naté,
ABBA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faraquet,
Sugar Minott,
The Slackers,
Al Stewart,
Iggy Pop,
Negative Approach,
The United States of America,
Dark Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Grass Roots,
Gichy Dan,
Wally Richardson,
Supertramp,
Visage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agent Orange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Order,
Metal Thangz,
Heaven 17,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Chrome,
Procol Harum,
Little Man,
The Flesh Eaters,
Severed Heads,
Buzzcocks,
Angry Samoans,
Youth Brigade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Patti Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Almond,
Outsiders,
Cluster,
Joe Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Bob Dylan,
Index,
Half Japanese,
LL Cool J,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zapp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ossler,
Wire,
Japan,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.