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 Austria and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 The Techniques to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Tremeloes,
Black Moon,
The Red Krayola,
Mantronix,
Eric Copeland,
Graham Central Station,
The Cowsills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
The Human League,
Stiv Bators,
The New Christs,
China Crisis,
X-102,
Tommy Roe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mandrill,
Cameo,
The Music Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Trojans,
Scrapy,
Excepter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brand Nubian,
UT,
Stereo Dub,
Goldenarms,
The Walker Brothers,
Newcleus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sister Nancy,
Tim Buckley,
The Fortunes,
Pole,
Dual Sessions,
Y Pants,
Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Zero Boys,
Black Bananas,
The Smiths,
Desert Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Bauhaus,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crime,
Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Almond,
Man Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.