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 Uganda and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the punk 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Cowsills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reagan Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dark Day,
Hoover,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Near,
Black Flag,
Theoretical Girls,
Subhumans,
DJ Style,
Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
JFA,
Cheater Slicks,
The Music Machine,
Mad Mike,
Country Teasers,
Black Sheep,
The Modern Lovers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy Collins,
In Retrospect,
The Star Department,
The Moody Blues,
Pierre Henry,
Archie Shepp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brass Construction,
Public Image Ltd.,
Porter Ricks,
Glenn Branca,
Ponytail,
Eric Dolphy,
June of 44,
EPMD,
Das Ding,
Jacob Miller,
The Five Americans,
Cecil Taylor,
Mission of Burma,
The Searchers,
Patti Smith,
Camberwell Now,
A Certain Ratio,
Neu!,
B.T. Express,
Moss Icon,
Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scientists,
Symarip,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Duran Duran,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nas,
Joe Finger,
The Gladiators,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.