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 Benin and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Eurythmics to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Don Cherry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül,
Suburban Knight,
Patti Smith,
The Victims,
Technova,
The Martian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-101,
Leonard Cohen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Underground Resistance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang On A Can,
Scion,
The Star Department,
Yazoo,
The Associates,
Bobby Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
DNA,
Wasted Youth,
Skriet,
New Order,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris Corsano,
Toni Rubio,
Bob Dylan,
Groovy Waters,
Al Stewart,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Hasil Adkins,
Siglo XX,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Ornette Coleman,
D'Angelo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joey Negro,
Ten City,
Alison Limerick,
Grey Daturas,
Hoover,
Camberwell Now,
The Angels of Light,
Agent Orange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crash Course in Science,
ABBA,
Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Idris Muhammad,
Rod Modell,
Yellowson,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.