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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kaleidoscope to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joensuu 1685,
Marvin Gaye,
Arab on Radar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker,
Ultravox,
Radio Birdman,
The Mojo Men,
Godley & Creme,
David McCallum,
Icehouse,
DNA,
Connie Case,
The Dave Clark Five,
H. Thieme,
Quando Quango,
Average White Band,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arthur Verocai,
Animal Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Searchers,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lower 48,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Depeche Mode,
Kas Product,
The Remains,
Brothers Johnson,
Pere Ubu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Smooth,
Black Pus,
The Walker Brothers,
The Trojans,
Skaos,
Duran Duran,
Cecil Taylor,
Shoche,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vladislav Delay,
KRS-One,
Alton Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ponytail,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mandrill,
Pylon,
The Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.