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 Venezuela and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Absolute Body Control to the electroclash 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
10cc,
Black Sheep,
Scan 7,
Kerrie Biddell,
MC5,
The Cramps,
Skriet,
Spoonie Gee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Enemy,
Black Flag,
The Gun Club,
Subhumans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scion,
Mark Hollis,
Bauhaus,
Yaz,
The Fugs,
Josef K,
Ronnie Foster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Clear Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Qualms,
the Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Black Dice,
Hot Snakes,
The Blues Magoos,
X-102,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
Sällskapet,
The Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
The Happenings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stiv Bators,
Junior Murvin,
Crooked Eye,
Camouflage,
Dual Sessions,
Jacques Brel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marvin Gaye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eve St. Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Seeds,
Cymande,
Scrapy,
Buzzcocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magma,
Albert Ayler,
Royal Trux,
The Human League,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.