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 Czech Republic and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ornette Coleman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
John Lydon,
Youth Brigade,
Black Moon,
This Heat,
Sex Pistols,
Joensuu 1685,
Sound Behaviour,
Rosa Yemen,
LL Cool J,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blake Baxter,
Pylon,
Moebius,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scrapy,
Cybotron,
Goldenarms,
L. Decosne,
Terry Callier,
Malaria!,
Ituana,
The Moody Blues,
Max Romeo,
the Normal,
Marmalade,
Q65,
The Golliwogs,
Laurel Aitken,
Minny Pops,
ABBA,
Mission of Burma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
One Last Wish,
Stereo Dub,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Second Layer,
Vladislav Delay,
Maleditus Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young,
The Fuzztones,
These Immortal Souls,
JFA,
The Gladiators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Count Five,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed,
Yazoo,
The Neon Judgement,
The Remains,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.