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 Cape Verde and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Robert Palmer 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Leaves,
Sonic Youth,
Faraquet,
Cymande,
Eurythmics,
Lalann,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yaz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Animal Collective,
Zapp,
Piero Umiliani,
Oblivians,
The Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Underground Resistance,
Peter & Gordon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
Adolescents,
Laurel Aitken,
Rekid,
the Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crooked Eye,
Glenn Branca,
Boz Scaggs,
ABC,
Altered Images,
Bush Tetras,
Rod Modell,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Halsall,
In Retrospect,
Interpol,
Swell Maps,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Standells,
Wolf Eyes,
Shoche,
The Residents,
Arthur Verocai,
Sixth Finger,
Junior Murvin,
Grey Daturas,
Livin' Joy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Young Rascals,
John Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Jandek,
Lower 48,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.