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 Ghana and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hot Snakes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Five Americans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Khruangbin,
Marvin Gaye,
The Standells,
R.M.O.,
The Slackers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Tremeloes,
Cybotron,
John Holt,
Fatback Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aswad,
Au Pairs,
June of 44,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rufus Thomas,
Icehouse,
Loose Ends,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Toasters,
Con Funk Shun,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joy Division,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Sheep,
Whodini,
The Durutti Column,
Dawn Penn,
Pole,
Eric Dolphy,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Morten Harket,
Vainqueur,
Moebius,
Todd Terry,
Monks,
Minny Pops,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
La Düsseldorf,
Organ,
Desert Stars,
E-Dancer,
The Evens,
Flash Fearless,
Boredoms,
John Lydon,
Parry Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Panda Bear,
Buzzcocks,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Charles Mingus,
The Grass Roots,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.