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 Micronesia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Trojans,
Eddi Front,
The Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Massinfluence,
The Tremeloes,
Clear Light,
Section 25,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cluster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
Ken Boothe,
Isaac Hayes,
Flipper,
Fela Kuti,
Donny Hathaway,
Alison Limerick,
Ludus,
Avey Tare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Bowie,
Michelle Simonal,
The Evens,
The Move,
June of 44,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camouflage,
Faust,
The Birthday Party,
Guru Guru,
The Searchers,
Sister Nancy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
kango's stein massive,
Black Moon,
Soft Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry's Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Los Fastidios,
The Young Rascals,
The Golliwogs,
Lindisfarne,
Banda Bassotti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Kinks,
Fluxion,
Japan,
Peter & Gordon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Parry Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pagans,
Scion,
Marmalade,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.