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 Guinea-Bissau and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet 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 A Certain Ratio to the grime 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Amazonics,
Erasure,
Fatback Band,
LL Cool J,
Ronan,
Blancmange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maurizio,
Crispy Ambulance,
AZ,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Susan Cadogan,
Yellowson,
Animal Collective,
Patti Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
48th St. Collective,
Surgeon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mary Jane Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gichy Dan,
Faraquet,
Monolake,
Henry Cow,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Darondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Moon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Motions,
Goldenarms,
Brass Construction,
Moebius,
Supertramp,
The Kinks,
Joe Finger,
the Germs,
Radiohead,
Bluetip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Josef K,
Bootsy Collins,
Godley & Creme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.