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 Lesotho and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 Spoonie Gee to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Busters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
CMW,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun City Girls,
E-Dancer,
Josef K,
Sex Pistols,
Eve St. Jones,
Television Personalities,
The Sound,
Technova,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anakelly,
Slick Rick,
Flipper,
Masters at Work,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Panda Bear,
The Blues Magoos,
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D'Angelo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Talk Talk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blake Baxter,
Faust,
Erasure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agent Orange,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Sheep,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
Fatback Band,
The Grass Roots,
Deepchord,
Pole,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Sherman,
Eurythmics,
Barry Ungar,
Deadbeat,
Royal Trux,
The Remains,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.