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 Iraq and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Brand Nubian to the crunk 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Motorama,
Zapp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crash Course in Science,
The Leaves,
The Cure,
Hot Snakes,
The Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Christie,
The Vogues,
Tres Demented,
The Fortunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Sherman,
Laurel Aitken,
Porter Ricks,
Shoche,
The United States of America,
X-Ray Spex,
Josef K,
Goldenarms,
Unrelated Segments,
Skarface,
The Techniques,
Sonny Sharrock,
Second Layer,
This Heat,
Young Marble Giants,
Whodini,
Infiniti,
Tears for Fears,
Blossom Toes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Max Romeo,
The Blues Magoos,
B.T. Express,
Little Man,
The Busters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eddi Front,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DNA,
Faraquet,
The Black Dice,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Age Steppers,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.