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 Belize and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Alarm Clocks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Hill,
Make Up,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Womack,
UT,
The Star Department,
Black Pus,
Fat Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Bob Dylan,
Desert Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Chris Corsano,
Curtis Mayfield,
Godley & Creme,
D'Angelo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Leaves,
The Zeros,
Eurythmics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Selecter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ponytail,
Danielle Patucci,
Skarface,
Dead Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Walker Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gories,
ABC,
The Angels of Light,
Fugazi,
The Smoke,
The Seeds,
The Cure,
Theoretical Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Germs,
The Tremeloes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiohead,
the Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacob Miller,
Khruangbin,
Royal Trux,
The Buckinghams,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blancmange,
Lindisfarne,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.