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 Kuwait and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rock 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Jacques Brel,
Brass Construction,
Urselle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maleditus Sound,
Symarip,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Wyatt,
Dennis Brown,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ponytail,
Scrapy,
La Düsseldorf,
Hashim,
Erasure,
48th St. Collective,
Goldenarms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Half Japanese,
Archie Shepp,
Spoonie Gee,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Isaac Hayes,
the Slits,
Quando Quango,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Can,
Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mummies,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
L. Decosne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chrome,
Bad Manners,
New York Dolls,
The Human League,
The Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül,
June Days,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.