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 Chad and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Soft Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Black Sheep,
Henry Cow,
The Cowsills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Goldenarms,
Sun City Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lee Hazlewood,
48th St. Collective,
The Residents,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Busters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Khruangbin,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Star Department,
Das Ding,
The Raincoats,
Soul II Soul,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moleskins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oneida,
Harry Pussy,
Swell Maps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Albert Ayler,
Absolute Body Control,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers,
Ultra Naté,
Hot Snakes,
Loose Ends,
The Fugs,
Radiohead,
The Gladiators,
Clear Light,
The Searchers,
Average White Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rosa Yemen,
Faust,
Arcadia,
Quadrant,
Bauhaus,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swans,
Lou Christie,
Model 500,
Adolescents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker,
The Gories,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Basic Channel,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.