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 Liberia and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Roxy Music to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Marine Girls,
Nico,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
a-ha,
Matthew Halsall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Scientists,
Mantronix,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dawn Penn,
Zero Boys,
Supertramp,
The Neon Judgement,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Near,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott Heron,
Davy DMX,
The Black Dice,
Piero Umiliani,
Moby Grape,
The Searchers,
The Litter,
Q and Not U,
Excepter,
Iggy Pop,
the Normal,
The Beau Brummels,
Connie Case,
Pantytec,
Arcadia,
Wings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gun Club,
Outsiders,
Althea and Donna,
Alice Coltrane,
Monolake,
Rod Modell,
Black Pus,
Chris & Cosey,
The Leaves,
David Axelrod,
Ten City,
John Holt,
Kas Product,
Goldenarms,
Toni Rubio,
The Associates,
Roxette,
Cal Tjader,
Hashim,
Lou Christie,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.