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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 The Angels of Light to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ossler,
Joy Division,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DNA,
The Last Poets,
Agitation Free,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flash Fearless,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shoche,
Jerry Gold Smith,
R.M.O.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sight & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pretty Things,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Halsall,
Drexciya,
Jacques Brel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Parry Music,
La Düsseldorf,
the Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Albert Ayler,
The Move,
Funkadelic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lungfish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crooked Eye,
Slave,
Reagan Youth,
CMW,
Delta 5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Porter Ricks,
Scrapy,
David McCallum,
Pere Ubu,
Aswad,
Yazoo,
Eurythmics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Litter,
Joe Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
T.S.O.L.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Subhumans,
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yaz,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.