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 Swaziland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Cure 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Bobby Womack,
LL Cool J,
Fugazi,
The Mummies,
The Associates,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
T.S.O.L.,
Howard Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Mills,
Black Pus,
Slick Rick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Age Steppers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Wyatt,
Gichy Dan,
The Blues Magoos,
Fluxion,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare,
Supertramp,
Ludus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Surgeon,
The Fugs,
Lou Christie,
X-102,
The United States of America,
F. McDonald,
Icehouse,
The Misunderstood,
Eli Mardock,
Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lindisfarne,
Porter Ricks,
The Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barry Ungar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Suicide,
cv313,
Oblivians,
Sarah Menescal,
David Bowie,
Bronski Beat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.