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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Alphaville to the grime 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Names,
Average White Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Angels of Light,
Alton Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fall,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
The Vogues,
Das Ding,
The Gories,
Thompson Twins,
John Holt,
Rotary Connection,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boredoms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Schoolly D,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Lydon,
Suicide,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül,
Joe Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Eve St. Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fortunes,
Derrick May,
Accadde A,
The Residents,
the Normal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
U.S. Maple,
Kevin Saunderson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moleskins,
John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantytec,
New Order,
Cluster,
Althea and Donna,
The Red Krayola,
Can,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.