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 Thailand and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Inner City to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Görl,
Sister Nancy,
Nas,
Zapp,
the Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Almond,
CMW,
Von Mondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T. Rex,
UT,
L. Decosne,
Alice Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Clear Light,
New Order,
The Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tres Demented,
Fear,
The Tremeloes,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Bourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Surgeon,
Anakelly,
Oblivians,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Newcleus,
Slave,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Smooth,
David McCallum,
DJ Sneak,
Radio Birdman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monolake,
Malaria!,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronnie Foster,
Half Japanese,
The Move,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Junior Murvin,
John Foxx,
The Star Department,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.