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 Burkina and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
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 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 Archie Shepp to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Crooked Eye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Max Romeo,
Public Enemy,
The Trojans,
Neil Young,
Donald Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Ituana,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Darondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agent Orange,
Tears for Fears,
the Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
The Zeros,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hardrive,
Funky Four + One,
Warsaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alphaville,
T. Rex,
Bobby Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mantronix,
Visage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Josef K,
Mission of Burma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anakelly,
Los Fastidios,
the Slits,
Babytalk,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Christie,
The Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zapp,
Matthew Halsall,
Lightning Bolt,
Fat Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smoke,
Rod Modell,
Dark Day,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.