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 the UAE and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grandmaster Flash to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
The Victims,
Boredoms,
Rites of Spring,
The Golliwogs,
Grey Daturas,
Arab on Radar,
Siglo XX,
Susan Cadogan,
Tom Boy,
Little Man,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Bourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moebius,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Dark Day,
Cybotron,
Mark Hollis,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Hood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Charles Mingus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tres Demented,
The Beau Brummels,
Niagra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kaleidoscope,
the Normal,
John Foxx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
The Moody Blues,
Janne Schatter,
The Busters,
John Lydon,
Excepter,
Von Mondo,
Lungfish,
Marc Almond,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The United States of America,
Magma,
The Last Poets,
Bill Near,
Ronan,
Lyres,
Liliput,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Machine,
David Bowie,
Livin' Joy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Schoolly D,
Minny Pops,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.