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 Latvia and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bobby Byrd to the jazz 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
UT,
Dawn Penn,
The Golliwogs,
Skarface,
Isaac Hayes,
Pagans,
Peter & Gordon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
F. McDonald,
Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
The Saints,
Con Funk Shun,
Reagan Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Malaria!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Guru Guru,
The Smoke,
Mr. Review,
Rites of Spring,
Subhumans,
Dual Sessions,
Althea and Donna,
Spandau Ballet,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Foxx,
John Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Germs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Swans,
Newcleus,
Duran Duran,
Whodini,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Green,
Babytalk,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Excepter,
LL Cool J,
Morten Harket,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yaz,
DNA,
Graham Central Station,
B.T. Express,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moby Grape,
DJ Style,
Smog,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.