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 Benin and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 China Crisis to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Techniques,
Isaac Hayes,
Cymande,
Barrington Levy,
Toni Rubio,
Maurizio,
Pantytec,
Minny Pops,
Icehouse,
Sällskapet,
Radio Birdman,
Monolake,
The United States of America,
Rapeman,
B.T. Express,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Parrish,
The Martian,
Hardrive,
Bronski Beat,
Little Man,
Soft Machine,
Von Mondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crime,
Bauhaus,
Absolute Body Control,
Kaleidoscope,
Ken Boothe,
MDC,
Sonic Youth,
Crooked Eye,
The Velvet Underground,
Drive Like Jehu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Darondo,
Avey Tare,
Intrusion,
KRS-One,
the Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
David McCallum,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Womack,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reagan Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magazine,
Ossler,
One Last Wish,
Jerry's Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unrelated Segments,
Guru Guru,
Joe Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.