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 Portugal and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Make Up 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Sandy B,
Rites of Spring,
Pylon,
Trumans Water,
Susan Cadogan,
LL Cool J,
Davy DMX,
John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
Agitation Free,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fortunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delta 5,
Marmalade,
Cecil Taylor,
Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Evens,
Black Bananas,
Joy Division,
Fela Kuti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Talk Talk,
Charles Mingus,
Sound Behaviour,
Slick Rick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Christie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Leaves,
Spoonie Gee,
Kayak,
Porter Ricks,
The Young Rascals,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott Heron,
Qualms,
The Mojo Men,
Mad Mike,
The Cure,
Siglo XX,
Lower 48,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barry Ungar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Organ,
Joey Negro,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül,
The Fall,
Angry Samoans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.