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 Estonia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Roger Hodgson to the disco 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Black Flag,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Darondo,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Japan,
Slave,
Young Marble Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
UT,
Prince Buster,
The Dirtbombs,
The Victims,
Schoolly D,
The Associates,
Max Romeo,
Symarip,
a-ha,
Archie Shepp,
Judy Mowatt,
Ohio Players,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slick Rick,
The Cramps,
Sister Nancy,
Animal Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
EPMD,
The United States of America,
Icehouse,
Oneida,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Don Cherry,
Pere Ubu,
Unwound,
the Bar-Kays,
Smog,
The Evens,
Sparks,
LL Cool J,
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Y Pants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warren Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echospace,
Jawbox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.