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 Kiribati and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Subhumans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Selecter,
Malaria!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cameo,
Oblivians,
Urselle,
Delta 5,
The Dirtbombs,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed,
Bluetip,
Desert Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang of Four,
Lucky Dragons,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Darondo,
Moss Icon,
Index,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rufus Thomas,
Steve Hackett,
Blossom Toes,
The Saints,
Saccharine Trust,
Tres Demented,
Howard Jones,
The Gladiators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Prince Buster,
Sam Rivers,
Aswad,
The Martian,
Ronan,
The Fuzztones,
Junior Murvin,
Bob Dylan,
Alton Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barrington Levy,
Reagan Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Judy Mowatt,
Erykah Badu,
Pantytec,
Charles Mingus,
Yazoo,
Arab on Radar,
Connie Case,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cure,
Parry Music,
Supertramp,
Pierre Henry,
Aaron Thompson,
Brand Nubian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.