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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 Scan 7 to the funk 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül,
Skaos,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kas Product,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smoke,
Lucky Dragons,
cv313,
Laurel Aitken,
Sam Rivers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Dolphy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers,
Suburban Knight,
Accadde A,
Monolake,
The Golliwogs,
The Neon Judgement,
Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pop Group,
Popol Vuh,
Qualms,
Quadrant,
Symarip,
The Human League,
Scan 7,
Sex Pistols,
Dual Sessions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Prince Buster,
Freddie Wadling,
MC5,
John Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Magazine,
Newcleus,
Sight & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Happenings,
The Modern Lovers,
Royal Trux,
The Dave Clark Five,
June of 44,
Kayak,
Todd Terry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drexciya,
L. Decosne,
Camberwell Now,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q and Not U,
The Searchers,
Ultra Naté,
Malaria!,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.