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 Malta and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Ronan to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fall,
Lalann,
The Saints,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Selecter,
Bobby Womack,
Alton Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Godley & Creme,
The Evens,
Juan Atkins,
JFA,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Divine Comedy,
X-102,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare,
Alphaville,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Stooges,
Roger Hodgson,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronan,
Gang Starr,
Jacques Brel,
Warsaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun City Girls,
Black Bananas,
Sparks,
Morten Harket,
Boz Scaggs,
Eurythmics,
The Black Dice,
Eve St. Jones,
Deadbeat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
E-Dancer,
Gichy Dan,
The Music Machine,
The Happenings,
The New Christs,
The Angels of Light,
FM Einheit,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Grass Roots,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yusef Lateef,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angry Samoans,
Barbara Tucker,
Scan 7,
Michelle Simonal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eli Mardock,
Black Sheep,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.