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 Sudan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Average White Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
Theoretical Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Kayak,
The Angels of Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lower 48,
James White and The Blacks,
Ornette Coleman,
Guru Guru,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Charles Mingus,
The Cramps,
Pylon,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Five Americans,
Man Parrish,
Fugazi,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Young Marble Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mars,
Brick,
Crash Course in Science,
B.T. Express,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultravox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Wells,
Inner City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jawbox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Terry,
Bad Manners,
Negative Approach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Boredoms,
Drexciya,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.