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 Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Tomorrow to the jazz 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cameo,
Scott Walker,
Pharoah Sanders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Albert Ayler,
Scratch Acid,
Altered Images,
A Certain Ratio,
The Red Krayola,
James White and The Blacks,
Roger Hodgson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terry Callier,
Roxette,
Harry Pussy,
Youth Brigade,
Wally Richardson,
Thee Headcoats,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantytec,
Drexciya,
K-Klass,
The Young Rascals,
Mark Hollis,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Wyatt,
EPMD,
Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Yusef Lateef,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
U.S. Maple,
Camberwell Now,
Main Source,
Derrick Morgan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Intrusion,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang of Four,
Marc Almond,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cramps,
Ken Boothe,
Little Man,
The Knickerbockers,
Fluxion,
Make Up,
UT,
Althea and Donna,
Hasil Adkins,
Section 25,
In Retrospect,
Deadbeat,
Scion,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.