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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grunge 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Kenny Larkin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radio Birdman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Panda Bear,
Amazonics,
Fatback Band,
Von Mondo,
DJ Sneak,
Lalann,
Los Fastidios,
Hashim,
Davy DMX,
Lindisfarne,
Josef K,
Newcleus,
The Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vladislav Delay,
Minnie Riperton,
Procol Harum,
Faraquet,
Blake Baxter,
Donny Hathaway,
MDC,
Thee Headcoats,
Crooked Eye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pagans,
June of 44,
The Barracudas,
Mark Hollis,
DNA,
Crime,
Black Flag,
Television Personalities,
Suburban Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marmalade,
ABBA,
Delta 5,
Godley & Creme,
Pulsallama,
CMW,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moleskins,
The Count Five,
Roxy Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dave Gahan,
Funkadelic,
Slick Rick,
EPMD,
The Toasters,
Eric Copeland,
Brass Construction,
Hoover,
X-101,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.