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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 ABBA to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mantronix,
a-ha,
Fad Gadget,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Easy Going,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q65,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deadbeat,
Brass Construction,
The Fuzztones,
Gong,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Derrick May,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marvin Gaye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Silicon Teens,
the Bar-Kays,
Zapp,
Intrusion,
Ituana,
Nas,
Ultravox,
Toni Rubio,
Pylon,
The Red Krayola,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yusef Lateef,
Japan,
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eurythmics,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flipper,
the Germs,
Arthur Verocai,
Theoretical Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Al Stewart,
Black Moon,
Howard Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Womack,
Rapeman,
Mo-Dettes,
Wally Richardson,
The Wake,
Shoche,
Amon Düül II,
The Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.