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 Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 June of 44 to the jazz 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios,
Moss Icon,
Marvin Gaye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
The Real Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ludus,
Dead Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Depeche Mode,
Nas,
Avey Tare,
Heaven 17,
Livin' Joy,
Skriet,
The Black Dice,
Fear,
Lou Christie,
Brand Nubian,
Gabor Szabo,
Moebius,
Parry Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ohio Players,
Colin Newman,
Kurtis Blow,
Donald Byrd,
Royal Trux,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Normal,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Foxx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blossom Toes,
Hardrive,
Funkadelic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Absolute Body Control,
Quadrant,
Lungfish,
Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
The Martian,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Judy Mowatt,
T.S.O.L.,
The Misunderstood,
the Swans,
Nirvana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
OOIOO,
Kaleidoscope,
U.S. Maple,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.