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 Kuwait and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Japan to the punk 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Litter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Selecter,
AZ,
Silicon Teens,
Country Teasers,
PIL,
Icehouse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erasure,
The Pretty Things,
The Stooges,
the Bar-Kays,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra,
Mad Mike,
Rites of Spring,
Barry Ungar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sarah Menescal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
CMW,
World's Most,
Bootsy Collins,
The Names,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minny Pops,
Crime,
John Lydon,
Siglo XX,
Lower 48,
Drexciya,
Suburban Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
The Toasters,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young,
Ultra Naté,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
EPMD,
Dawn Penn,
Unrelated Segments,
Graham Central Station,
The Moody Blues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalann,
Stereo Dub,
Swell Maps,
L. Decosne,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.