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 South Africa and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 Josef K to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Make Up,
Black Pus,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Copeland,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Pussy Galore,
Ohio Players,
Carl Craig,
The Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tears for Fears,
Delon & Dalcan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Steve Hackett,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cymande,
Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Theoretical Girls,
Slick Rick,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantytec,
the Slits,
Whodini,
Essential Logic,
Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T.S.O.L.,
Tres Demented,
The Moleskins,
Schoolly D,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siglo XX,
Minor Threat,
Mr. Review,
Erykah Badu,
Au Pairs,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronnie Foster,
Duran Duran,
Symarip,
the Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Wire,
Scott Walker,
DJ Sneak,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television,
Tim Buckley,
The Martian,
Q and Not U,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.