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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Spoonie Gee to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Nas,
David Bowie,
Massinfluence,
The Fuzztones,
The Red Krayola,
Susan Cadogan,
The Five Americans,
Index,
Davy DMX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Golliwogs,
Pierre Henry,
Eddi Front,
The Gap Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultra Naté,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
ABBA,
The Fall,
Eurythmics,
Barry Ungar,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Whodini,
Kurtis Blow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Infiniti,
David McCallum,
Gang Starr,
The Fortunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABC,
Al Stewart,
Malaria!,
Minor Threat,
Funky Four + One,
The Dirtbombs,
David Axelrod,
Alton Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang of Four,
The Sisters of Mercy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doors,
Shuggie Otis,
Los Fastidios,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Womack,
The Velvet Underground,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.