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 Kyrgyzstan and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick May,
Organ,
Lakeside,
Eric Dolphy,
The Tremeloes,
Brick,
James White and The Blacks,
Donald Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rod Modell,
Bad Manners,
Model 500,
Deadbeat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul II Soul,
Josef K,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Raincoats,
Das Ding,
Scrapy,
DJ Style,
The Grass Roots,
Moss Icon,
Maurizio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siglo XX,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
AZ,
John Holt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Massinfluence,
Blake Baxter,
Animal Collective,
The Move,
One Last Wish,
Derrick Morgan,
Barry Ungar,
H. Thieme,
Barbara Tucker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Au Pairs,
Fluxion,
Nico,
LL Cool J,
Minutemen,
David Bowie,
A Certain Ratio,
Minny Pops,
The Blues Magoos,
R.M.O.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang On A Can,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.