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 Serbia 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 John Cale to the dance 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Flash Fearless,
Roger Hodgson,
Adolescents,
Bronski Beat,
Ken Boothe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
Eric Copeland,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Pus,
Althea and Donna,
The Smoke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare,
The Slits,
John Holt,
Urselle,
Q65,
Ornette Coleman,
Schoolly D,
Clear Light,
Erasure,
Sällskapet,
A Certain Ratio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Archie Shepp,
R.M.O.,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bush Tetras,
Basic Channel,
Josef K,
Wire,
Second Layer,
Robert Görl,
the Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Evens,
The Red Krayola,
Bizarre Inc.,
Livin' Joy,
Fear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ituana,
Alice Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Das Ding,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Wells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.