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 St Lucia and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Outsiders to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker,
Section 25,
Cluster,
Terry Callier,
Oneida,
Sexual Harrassment,
Charles Mingus,
Yellowson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-102,
Lindisfarne,
Essential Logic,
The Neon Judgement,
Franke,
T. Rex,
Lyres,
Guru Guru,
Sixth Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Make Up,
Mission of Burma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ken Boothe,
World's Most,
Newcleus,
The Pretty Things,
Buzzcocks,
ABBA,
The Pop Group,
Patti Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Theoretical Girls,
Wings,
Basic Channel,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Last Poets,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Panda Bear,
Camouflage,
DJ Style,
Darondo,
Howard Jones,
The Cowsills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Almond,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tommy Roe,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
The Angels of Light,
Simply Red,
Surgeon,
the Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.