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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Brand Nubian to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Kinks,
Animal Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blossom Toes,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Starr,
Black Pus,
Agent Orange,
FM Einheit,
The Skatalites,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Yazoo,
Terry Callier,
The Smiths,
The Associates,
Lightning Bolt,
Cybotron,
the Bar-Kays,
UT,
Make Up,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harry Pussy,
The Gories,
Sixth Finger,
Loose Ends,
Letta Mbulu,
Television,
Buzzcocks,
Moby Grape,
Desert Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Almond,
Average White Band,
Urselle,
Arcadia,
David Bowie,
Lungfish,
Kas Product,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Golliwogs,
The Count Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Adolescents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Morten Harket,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultravox,
Ohio Players,
Darondo,
cv313,
Swell Maps,
Donny Hathaway,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.