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 Uruguay and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Carl Craig to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Cymande,
Gregory Isaacs,
Half Japanese,
Yazoo,
F. McDonald,
Sonny Sharrock,
Idris Muhammad,
Interpol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bob Dylan,
The Gladiators,
Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Marmalade,
Juan Atkins,
The Buckinghams,
The Kinks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fear,
Connie Case,
Ossler,
Neil Young,
Deadbeat,
Parry Music,
The Associates,
Soul II Soul,
Byron Stingily,
Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Agitation Free,
Skaos,
Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mo-Dettes,
John Holt,
Rosa Yemen,
Sex Pistols,
X-102,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bush Tetras,
Hoover,
Todd Rundgren,
K-Klass,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Angels of Light,
Scan 7,
Second Layer,
Spandau Ballet,
The Names,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.