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 Gabon and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Duran Duran to the crunk 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Halsall,
Schoolly D,
The Gories,
Colin Newman,
Mantronix,
Gregory Isaacs,
Intrusion,
The Buckinghams,
Television Personalities,
Mad Mike,
H. Thieme,
Bad Manners,
Blossom Toes,
Crooked Eye,
Radiohead,
David Axelrod,
Cameo,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cramps,
Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Max Romeo,
The Fortunes,
Loose Ends,
The Alarm Clocks,
Adolescents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gichy Dan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rapeman,
Prince Buster,
Heaven 17,
Lucky Dragons,
Hashim,
Absolute Body Control,
Erasure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cybotron,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Laurel Aitken,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maleditus Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
CMW,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalann,
The Cure,
Dark Day,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ten City,
The Dead C,
The Index,
Index,
John Holt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hasil Adkins,
kango's stein massive,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.