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 Honduras and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Swell Maps to the grunge 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Holt,
Graham Central Station,
Icehouse,
Desert Stars,
Eddi Front,
Interpol,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cybotron,
The Blues Magoos,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Buzzcocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Altered Images,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Lydon,
Alison Limerick,
Magma,
Wire,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Lynne,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rites of Spring,
Erasure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Selecter,
The Gun Club,
Negative Approach,
The Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
Connie Case,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Porter Ricks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sound Behaviour,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Leonard Cohen,
A Certain Ratio,
Sällskapet,
Stetsasonic,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Style,
The Red Krayola,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smiths,
Nico,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.