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 the UAE and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the disco 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Star Department,
Pole,
The Trojans,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
China Crisis,
Panda Bear,
Chris Corsano,
Lyres,
D'Angelo,
The Associates,
The Human League,
The Moody Blues,
The Raincoats,
Television Personalities,
DNA,
Anthony Braxton,
Skriet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Standells,
Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Jandek,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mandrill,
Urselle,
Tom Boy,
Funky Four + One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
The United States of America,
X-102,
Porter Ricks,
One Last Wish,
Roger Hodgson,
MDC,
The Gladiators,
Pagans,
AZ,
Eddi Front,
Spoonie Gee,
Anakelly,
Brick,
Brass Construction,
Negative Approach,
Flipper,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
K-Klass,
Black Moon,
ABBA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dennis Brown,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June Days,
Niagra,
Don Cherry,
Terry Callier,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.