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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 Alton Ellis 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hardrive,
Motorama,
Fad Gadget,
The Monks,
The Smiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cameo,
X-101,
Black Moon,
Mission of Burma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharoah Sanders,
D'Angelo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
kango's stein massive,
Pole,
Essential Logic,
Dawn Penn,
Peter & Gordon,
Spandau Ballet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boredoms,
Pylon,
Barry Ungar,
Wally Richardson,
Qualms,
The Litter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wings,
Deadbeat,
Khruangbin,
Iggy Pop,
Crash Course in Science,
Porter Ricks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Janne Schatter,
Icehouse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Piero Umiliani,
Groovy Waters,
Underground Resistance,
Quando Quango,
Pantytec,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Standells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-Ray Spex,
Joyce Sims,
Hasil Adkins,
Lower 48,
Marmalade,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.