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 Serbia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Steve Hackett 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sex Pistols,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rapeman,
Zapp,
Carl Craig,
Yusef Lateef,
Wings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flipper,
Organ,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masters at Work,
Bluetip,
Jacob Miller,
48th St. Collective,
Blake Baxter,
E-Dancer,
The Misunderstood,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Sneak,
The Index,
FM Einheit,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Smooth,
Eurythmics,
The Walker Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Dolphy,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arthur Verocai,
The Techniques,
Mo-Dettes,
Hot Snakes,
Howard Jones,
Moebius,
Gabor Szabo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skriet,
The Mummies,
Neil Young,
The Offenders,
B.T. Express,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camouflage,
In Retrospect,
The Human League,
X-101,
The Skatalites,
Ultra Naté,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reuben Wilson,
Charles Mingus,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.