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 Bahrain and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Delon & Dalcan 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Victims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABC,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Davy DMX,
Make Up,
La Düsseldorf,
Bob Dylan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Trumans Water,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sparks,
Kenny Larkin,
Arthur Verocai,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Lungfish,
Crash Course in Science,
Spoonie Gee,
Brick,
Motorama,
The Real Kids,
Q and Not U,
The Gories,
D'Angelo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
the Human League,
Half Japanese,
Crooked Eye,
Gang of Four,
Warsaw,
A Certain Ratio,
The Durutti Column,
Siglo XX,
The Busters,
Aural Exciters,
Gichy Dan,
Kaleidoscope,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fluxion,
Aloha Tigers,
Tommy Roe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Fugazi,
The Barracudas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Section 25,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cluster,
Sound Behaviour,
Don Cherry,
Bill Near,
Zero Boys,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.