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 Swaziland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Velvet Underground to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics 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?
Kaleidoscope,
Scion,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Juan Atkins,
Radiohead,
Brass Construction,
Jacques Brel,
Marmalade,
Eurythmics,
The Kinks,
Spandau Ballet,
Arcadia,
Peter and Kerry,
Morten Harket,
The Happenings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Green,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Drexciya,
The Slackers,
Thee Headcoats,
Alison Limerick,
Tommy Roe,
Mo-Dettes,
Moss Icon,
the Germs,
Scan 7,
Charles Mingus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
La Düsseldorf,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sandy B,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Halsall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Curtis Mayfield,
The United States of America,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Arthur Verocai,
Ash Ra Tempel,
This Heat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Duran Duran,
Laurel Aitken,
The Last Poets,
Barrington Levy,
The Young Rascals,
The Motions,
Zapp,
Quadrant,
Tears for Fears,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Animal Collective,
Marc Almond,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.