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 Cambodia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Danielle Patucci to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Association,
Marmalade,
Moss Icon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Groovy Waters,
Ken Boothe,
The Happenings,
Fugazi,
Clear Light,
Max Romeo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Womack,
JFA,
Scientists,
The Dirtbombs,
Juan Atkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ponytail,
Joe Smooth,
Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Motions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Franke,
Lou Christie,
Visage,
The Wake,
The Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bad Manners,
Supertramp,
Ice-T,
L. Decosne,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Finger,
Motorama,
Danielle Patucci,
Dave Gahan,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Fraelich,
Schoolly D,
The Durutti Column,
Technova,
Toni Rubio,
Pere Ubu,
The Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
One Last Wish,
Television,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Beau Brummels,
Surgeon,
Bush Tetras,
The Golliwogs,
Excepter,
Delta 5,
Section 25,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.