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 Mozambique 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Public Enemy to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Supertramp,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Marmalade,
Lungfish,
Brand Nubian,
Kaleidoscope,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Residents,
Susan Cadogan,
Steve Hackett,
Lindisfarne,
Tommy Roe,
The Martian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erykah Badu,
Ohio Players,
Simply Red,
The Move,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Motorama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Josef K,
Hoover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Gong,
Janne Schatter,
The Divine Comedy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Young Marble Giants,
Parry Music,
Barrington Levy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Certain Ratio,
Metal Thangz,
Absolute Body Control,
Altered Images,
Minutemen,
Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultravox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pierre Henry,
Rekid,
Visage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radio Birdman,
cv313,
Tom Boy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Rod Modell,
Moss Icon,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.