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 San Marino and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Gang of Four to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Talk Talk,
MC5,
Mark Hollis,
Qualms,
MDC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
kango's stein massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Crime,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Move,
A Certain Ratio,
Dennis Brown,
Absolute Body Control,
Barry Ungar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Index,
Blossom Toes,
The Dead C,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun City Girls,
Sällskapet,
The Walker Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Smooth,
Quantec,
Massinfluence,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anakelly,
The Sound,
The Searchers,
The Durutti Column,
June of 44,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Hood,
Heaven 17,
Steve Hackett,
Wire,
Donny Hathaway,
Supertramp,
Eric Dolphy,
Monks,
David Axelrod,
Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Golliwogs,
Godley & Creme,
Bronski Beat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Cell,
Motorama,
The Mummies,
Cymande,
FM Einheit,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.