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 Mauritius and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
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 oboe 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 Excepter to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Reuben Wilson,
Y Pants,
Robert Hood,
Marine Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Fraelich,
Reagan Youth,
Los Fastidios,
The Moody Blues,
Josef K,
The Birthday Party,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pop Group,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers,
Negative Approach,
the Bar-Kays,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pere Ubu,
Subhumans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slick Rick,
Jacques Brel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Sneak,
Pantytec,
Eric Dolphy,
Blake Baxter,
MC5,
The Five Americans,
The Moleskins,
Joy Division,
Gang Green,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Starr,
China Crisis,
Yusef Lateef,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker,
Dead Boys,
Sandy B,
Mandrill,
Intrusion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Von Mondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marvin Gaye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Agent Orange,
Ituana,
the Swans,
The Gun Club,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.