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 Burundi and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Silicon Teens to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Accadde A,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cramps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Underground Resistance,
Dual Sessions,
Ultravox,
The Searchers,
Intrusion,
Joe Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Arab on Radar,
Half Japanese,
The Mojo Men,
Talk Talk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Hill,
Aural Exciters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
The Gap Band,
The Trojans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul II Soul,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Red Krayola,
Scan 7,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shoche,
Rites of Spring,
Brick,
Brand Nubian,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Parrish,
John Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
the Normal,
John Lydon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mark Hollis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Infiniti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dead Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlback,
Josef K,
Lindisfarne,
The J.B.'s,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.