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 Singapore and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Scott Walker to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Bauhaus,
Pole,
The Durutti Column,
Vainqueur,
The Angels of Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Symarip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultra Naté,
Leonard Cohen,
Letta Mbulu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Machine,
John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül,
Young Marble Giants,
The Trojans,
New York Dolls,
Sight & Sound,
Niagra,
The Slits,
The Gun Club,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Echospace,
David Bowie,
Oneida,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Supertramp,
Erasure,
The Vogues,
Nas,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Prince Buster,
Susan Cadogan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
cv313,
Cymande,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Accadde A,
The Associates,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dirtbombs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Negative Approach,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Hill,
The Busters,
The Mummies,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.