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 Somalia and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ituana,
Sugar Minott,
Wire,
Alison Limerick,
Oblivians,
Inner City,
Roxy Music,
Nik Kershaw,
Fluxion,
Steve Hackett,
D'Angelo,
Connie Case,
Anakelly,
Porter Ricks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lyres,
Josef K,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skarface,
The Alarm Clocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radio Birdman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The United States of America,
Flipper,
Todd Terry,
Scion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grauzone,
Letta Mbulu,
Excepter,
Ken Boothe,
Yazoo,
One Last Wish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
Monolake,
The Buckinghams,
Hot Snakes,
Bad Manners,
Hashim,
Bobby Byrd,
Q and Not U,
The Leaves,
The Monochrome Set,
Joensuu 1685,
Flash Fearless,
the Slits,
Bauhaus,
Sandy B,
The Real Kids,
Mars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camouflage,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.