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 Mauritius and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Lou Christie to the punk 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agent Orange,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rosa Yemen,
Terry Callier,
Eden Ahbez,
Amazonics,
Lakeside,
John Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moleskins,
Black Pus,
The Buckinghams,
MDC,
La Düsseldorf,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quantec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
World's Most,
Aswad,
James White and The Blacks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
D'Angelo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Silicon Teens,
Simply Red,
The Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Kerri Chandler,
Ornette Coleman,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Residents,
Scratch Acid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Durutti Column,
Roxy Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Desert Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Arab on Radar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crime,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Searchers,
Mad Mike,
Heaven 17,
Bronski Beat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.