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 Andorra and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bob Dylan to the funk 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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Invisible,
Throbbing Gristle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hasil Adkins,
Joy Division,
Soulsonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Infiniti,
the Bar-Kays,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Style,
June Days,
The Sound,
Moebius,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
The Grass Roots,
Barrington Levy,
The Searchers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Happenings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cymande,
Sonic Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Lydon,
Livin' Joy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Silicon Teens,
The Barracudas,
Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
The New Christs,
Aswad,
The Young Rascals,
Niagra,
Nils Olav,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wolf Eyes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grauzone,
Circle Jerks,
The Five Americans,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiohead,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Offenders,
Khruangbin,
X-102,
Crooked Eye,
Blake Baxter,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.