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 Kazakhstan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Donald Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Barracudas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Altered Images,
Wasted Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Angry Samoans,
Interpol,
Ice-T,
Qualms,
Desert Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronan,
Laurel Aitken,
Judy Mowatt,
Quadrant,
Ponytail,
Yellowson,
Todd Rundgren,
Hardrive,
Lyres,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wolf Eyes,
A Certain Ratio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q65,
Nik Kershaw,
Blake Baxter,
Rosa Yemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spoonie Gee,
Blancmange,
Chris Corsano,
The Fuzztones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sparks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
KRS-One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fear,
Eddi Front,
Malaria!,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Crime,
Boredoms,
Yusef Lateef,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Hood,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
UT,
Pylon,
Buzzcocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.