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 Guatemala and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 The Slits to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The New Christs,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Clarke,
Rod Modell,
Aswad,
Masters at Work,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barrington Levy,
The Evens,
Dennis Brown,
The Last Poets,
Half Japanese,
Dark Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Skatalites,
Jandek,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Almond,
Khruangbin,
Erasure,
Pere Ubu,
Sandy B,
Monolake,
Matthew Halsall,
Yusef Lateef,
John Holt,
Bill Wells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang of Four,
Wings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Piero Umiliani,
OOIOO,
Alton Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
10cc,
Cymande,
Bill Near,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Outsiders,
Susan Cadogan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Sneak,
Ohio Players,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scan 7,
Vainqueur,
Maleditus Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.