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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Flamin' Groovies to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Rekid,
Zapp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Swell Maps,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Talk Talk,
Panda Bear,
Rites of Spring,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mark Hollis,
Ultravox,
Camberwell Now,
The Gladiators,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül II,
Country Teasers,
Robert Wyatt,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Basic Channel,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Happenings,
Lalann,
Adolescents,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Japan,
Technova,
Scion,
Man Parrish,
Aswad,
Lower 48,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Marvin Gaye,
Animal Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
FM Einheit,
Clear Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agent Orange,
Underground Resistance,
Royal Trux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bronski Beat,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker,
Marine Girls,
Davy DMX,
Warren Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.