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 Sierra Leone and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Mars to the funk 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Blancmange,
The Alarm Clocks,
Howard Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blackbyrds,
Simply Red,
Bob Dylan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronnie Foster,
Intrusion,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Selecter,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eurythmics,
Sound Behaviour,
Alton Ellis,
Man Parrish,
EPMD,
Byron Stingily,
Malaria!,
The Beau Brummels,
Marvin Gaye,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Circle Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Happenings,
Accadde A,
Funky Four + One,
Bauhaus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Techniques,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Lydon,
Massinfluence,
the Slits,
The Associates,
FM Einheit,
Boredoms,
Sparks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Excepter,
UT,
Animal Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
Echospace,
The Star Department,
Scan 7,
Bad Manners,
Barry Ungar,
The Kinks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hoover,
Soft Machine,
PIL,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.