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 Mali and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Minnie Riperton 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fatback Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eli Mardock,
Albert Ayler,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blues Magoos,
Easy Going,
Piero Umiliani,
The Toasters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pere Ubu,
The Index,
The Dead C,
Cameo,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronnie Foster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joyce Sims,
Smog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cure,
Skarface,
Matthew Halsall,
Wire,
Camberwell Now,
Junior Murvin,
The Fuzztones,
The Gladiators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maurizio,
The Selecter,
Tommy Roe,
X-Ray Spex,
Desert Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Television Personalities,
Gichy Dan,
Colin Newman,
Faust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ken Boothe,
The Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Hoover,
the Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Pus,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Almond,
Minutemen,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.