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 Ghana and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Livin' Joy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
H. Thieme,
The Remains,
Lebanon Hanover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Happenings,
X-101,
Easy Going,
The Beau Brummels,
Bush Tetras,
Agitation Free,
Youth Brigade,
Nico,
Eden Ahbez,
Fat Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
Isaac Hayes,
Maurizio,
The Velvet Underground,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fortunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smoke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moleskins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Bourne,
Soulsonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Connie Case,
Ituana,
Spoonie Gee,
Sparks,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
The Names,
Television,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Swans,
10cc,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nas,
Warren Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Au Pairs,
JFA,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Leonard Cohen,
Heaven 17,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doors,
Agent Orange,
June of 44,
The Motions,
Gerry Rafferty,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.