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 Spain and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Mission of Burma to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Spoonie Gee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camberwell Now,
Pole,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New York Dolls,
The Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
MC5,
the Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Adolescents,
The Barracudas,
The Real Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Duran Duran,
The Walker Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hashim,
Camouflage,
Livin' Joy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cybotron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxy Music,
Danielle Patucci,
The American Breed,
John Cale,
Scion,
Masters at Work,
Derrick May,
Kas Product,
The Smiths,
Mo-Dettes,
The Black Dice,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spandau Ballet,
The Velvet Underground,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Standells,
Ituana,
Q and Not U,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fall,
Technova,
Kerri Chandler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barrington Levy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crooked Eye,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.