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 Russia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Fat Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Infiniti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Halsall,
The Human League,
Angry Samoans,
The Doors,
Liliput,
Sandy B,
the Normal,
Alice Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Television,
Dual Sessions,
Cecil Taylor,
Alton Ellis,
Urselle,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers,
Underground Resistance,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Star Department,
New Order,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Mills,
Altered Images,
The Cure,
Rekid,
Fear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Prince Buster,
The Blues Magoos,
Arab on Radar,
Circle Jerks,
Hashim,
Blancmange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultimate Spinach,
a-ha,
the Fania All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
The Index,
Amazonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Zapp,
Banda Bassotti,
Joy Division,
Scan 7,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Litter,
Tom Boy,
Vladislav Delay,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.