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 Eritrea and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Electric Prunes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joy Division,
Ice-T,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aaron Thompson,
Half Japanese,
Magma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Adolescents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
JFA,
The Busters,
Livin' Joy,
the Human League,
The Standells,
The Selecter,
Pussy Galore,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül,
Amon Düül II,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reuben Wilson,
Morten Harket,
The J.B.'s,
Organ,
Terry Callier,
Masters at Work,
Silicon Teens,
Arthur Verocai,
Little Man,
The Real Kids,
Colin Newman,
Sugar Minott,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Almond,
Deadbeat,
B.T. Express,
The Victims,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grey Daturas,
The Move,
Lou Christie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Wake,
Mantronix,
Cymande,
The Red Krayola,
The Neon Judgement,
The Remains,
China Crisis,
The Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
F. McDonald,
Althea and Donna,
The Gladiators,
Rapeman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minny Pops,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.