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 Mauritius 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Matthew Bourne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Hood,
Trumans Water,
Donny Hathaway,
Deadbeat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Neon Judgement,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker,
Arcadia,
Marmalade,
MC5,
The Busters,
Ralphi Rosario,
R.M.O.,
The Searchers,
The Cowsills,
Sight & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Mantronix,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kenny Larkin,
The Five Americans,
Dark Day,
Los Fastidios,
Can,
Bang On A Can,
David Bowie,
Judy Mowatt,
Angry Samoans,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pole,
Quando Quango,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Symarip,
Smog,
Quantec,
The Techniques,
Section 25,
Con Funk Shun,
Carl Craig,
The Dave Clark Five,
Josef K,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Goldenarms,
Parry Music,
the Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
MDC,
The Young Rascals,
Lyres,
Sister Nancy,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.