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 Jamaica and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Vainqueur to the techno 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Sister Nancy,
Sam Rivers,
Roxy Music,
Cameo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
LL Cool J,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bronski Beat,
Parry Music,
Angry Samoans,
Black Bananas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arthur Verocai,
Motorama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heaven 17,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mad Mike,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare,
Fugazi,
Cymande,
Magazine,
Pylon,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Osbourne,
Surgeon,
The Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Lungfish,
The Martian,
Pussy Galore,
Black Flag,
Ossler,
The Young Rascals,
Saccharine Trust,
Pere Ubu,
Bad Manners,
Barrington Levy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Malaria!,
Bluetip,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ludus,
Rekid,
Banda Bassotti,
Infiniti,
Lakeside,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Pus,
Liliput,
The Residents,
Joensuu 1685,
The Real Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.