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 Georgia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Archie Shepp to the dance 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pop Group,
Basic Channel,
The Evens,
X-101,
Radio Birdman,
This Heat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hashim,
Excepter,
Bobby Sherman,
Rapeman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Wake,
Ultra Naté,
Mary Jane Girls,
Second Layer,
Joe Smooth,
June Days,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skarface,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q and Not U,
The Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Neon Judgement,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Kinks,
Animal Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Harmonia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Osbourne,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Wells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Trumans Water,
a-ha,
Depeche Mode,
Sister Nancy,
The Busters,
The Gladiators,
Todd Terry,
Monolake,
Infiniti,
Black Flag,
Scan 7,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Section 25,
Ice-T,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doors,
48th St. Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.