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 St Lucia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Drexciya to the grunge 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Freddie Wadling,
The Leaves,
Soft Machine,
Index,
T. Rex,
The Busters,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nico,
The Red Krayola,
Fugazi,
The New Christs,
Aswad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The J.B.'s,
Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry's Kids,
Can,
Ponytail,
Franke,
Cluster,
Moebius,
Brand Nubian,
The Angels of Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magma,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy Collins,
Swell Maps,
Oneida,
Mantronix,
The Litter,
Newcleus,
Niagra,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Tim Buckley,
Basic Channel,
Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Lungfish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABBA,
Slave,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cameo,
Malaria!,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Terry,
Ronnie Foster,
Los Fastidios,
Toni Rubio,
Gerry Rafferty,
KRS-One,
Gabor Szabo,
CMW,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.