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 Liechtenstein and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eric Dolphy to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
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,
Steve Hackett,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Seeds,
Shoche,
Adolescents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Enemy,
Easy Going,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tommy Roe,
Crash Course in Science,
Camouflage,
Das Ding,
Clear Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Alice Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Starr,
Moby Grape,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Malaria!,
Bobby Womack,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pagans,
Eric Dolphy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Green,
48th St. Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Machine,
The Busters,
D'Angelo,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marmalade,
Robert Wyatt,
Maurizio,
Derrick Morgan,
The Kinks,
The Associates,
Guru Guru,
The Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.