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 Rwanda and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Bang On A Can to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
China Crisis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacob Miller,
AZ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Animal Collective,
The American Breed,
Quadrant,
Patti Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
New Order,
Marc Almond,
Rites of Spring,
David McCallum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Count Five,
PIL,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monks,
Procol Harum,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Association,
Josef K,
Wasted Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monolake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alton Ellis,
the Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
One Last Wish,
Graham Central Station,
The Walker Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxy Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Massinfluence,
Glambeats Corp.,
Con Funk Shun,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick May,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lee Hazlewood,
10cc,
The Knickerbockers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.