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 Albania and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Skriet to the grime 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Tommy Roe,
The Evens,
Soul II Soul,
The Cure,
Joyce Sims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liliput,
Black Sheep,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vainqueur,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Dolphy,
Main Source,
The Durutti Column,
Eurythmics,
Bob Dylan,
KRS-One,
Cameo,
Gabor Szabo,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Porter Ricks,
Little Man,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Rundgren,
Agitation Free,
Metal Thangz,
The Motions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wings,
Robert Hood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radio Birdman,
Suicide,
The Blues Magoos,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry's Kids,
Animal Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dirtbombs,
Barry Ungar,
Arcadia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q and Not U,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Axelrod,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Fraelich,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fuzztones,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.