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 Barbados and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Sarah Menescal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bronski Beat,
Loose Ends,
Infiniti,
Brothers Johnson,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moody Blues,
Youth Brigade,
Aural Exciters,
Swell Maps,
Von Mondo,
Ken Boothe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jawbox,
U.S. Maple,
Monks,
Minor Threat,
The Fugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxette,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Green,
The Divine Comedy,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Main Source,
Subhumans,
Danielle Patucci,
Gabor Szabo,
Quantec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Theoretical Girls,
Yellowson,
kango's stein massive,
Niagra,
The Cramps,
Funky Four + One,
Faraquet,
Outsiders,
Fela Kuti,
The Searchers,
The Fuzztones,
Freddie Wadling,
June of 44,
Minnie Riperton,
The Durutti Column,
Black Flag,
The Dirtbombs,
Susan Cadogan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Desert Stars,
Yazoo,
D'Angelo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
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.