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 Jamaica and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Dirtbombs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Marmalade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unwound,
Juan Atkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Agitation Free,
Pagans,
Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Starr,
Smog,
Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
a-ha,
Magma,
A Certain Ratio,
The Evens,
Television,
Radiohead,
The Young Rascals,
Hashim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Don Cherry,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blues Magoos,
Trumans Water,
Crash Course in Science,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mars,
Toni Rubio,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool Moe Dee,
L. Decosne,
Oblivians,
Minutemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Intrusion,
Lyres,
Lower 48,
MDC,
Second Layer,
The Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Sugar Minott,
Piero Umiliani,
Sandy B,
Sister Nancy,
Von Mondo,
Skarface,
Massinfluence,
Iggy Pop,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Modern Lovers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Can,
Cybotron,
MC5,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.