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 Algeria and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Normal to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Motions,
Terry Callier,
Von Mondo,
Judy Mowatt,
ABBA,
Flipper,
Arcadia,
John Holt,
Siglo XX,
Goldenarms,
Crash Course in Science,
Smog,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slackers,
Jacob Miller,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brass Construction,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Style,
The Toasters,
Man Parrish,
Y Pants,
Deepchord,
Scion,
Sandy B,
The Index,
Rotary Connection,
H. Thieme,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young,
Interpol,
Susan Cadogan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxette,
The Knickerbockers,
Simply Red,
Easy Going,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dawn Penn,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
F. McDonald,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash,
Metal Thangz,
Lindisfarne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Star Department,
Kerrie Biddell,
Charles Mingus,
Ludus,
T.S.O.L.,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Hill,
John Cale,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.