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 Georgia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Wire,
Royal Trux,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fugs,
Alphaville,
Joe Smooth,
Das Ding,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Soft Machine,
The Gladiators,
DJ Sneak,
Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delta 5,
Michelle Simonal,
The Saints,
The Pop Group,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Al Stewart,
Howard Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slick Rick,
Janne Schatter,
Faust,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-102,
Tres Demented,
Zapp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Modern Lovers,
This Heat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blues Magoos,
Pere Ubu,
John Holt,
Kayak,
Scratch Acid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Fat Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skriet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arcadia,
Sarah Menescal,
Q65,
Swell Maps,
Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Fraelich,
Guru Guru,
Can,
T. Rex,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.