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 Nigeria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Barrington Levy to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Yusef Lateef,
Magazine,
Crooked Eye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Los Fastidios,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers,
The Fall,
These Immortal Souls,
Delta 5,
Supertramp,
Zapp,
DNA,
Talk Talk,
Jerry's Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Bar-Kays,
Au Pairs,
Throbbing Gristle,
a-ha,
Erykah Badu,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radio Birdman,
Erasure,
Gang Green,
Crash Course in Science,
Excepter,
A Certain Ratio,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Clarke,
Alison Limerick,
Peter and Kerry,
Animal Collective,
Oneida,
E-Dancer,
Black Sheep,
The Misunderstood,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick May,
Average White Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy Collins,
Albert Ayler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Terry,
Minny Pops,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kas Product,
CMW,
Arthur Verocai,
Lower 48,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.