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 El Salvador and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Matthew Halsall to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Average White Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Colin Newman,
Public Enemy,
Flash Fearless,
Youth Brigade,
Model 500,
Drive Like Jehu,
Au Pairs,
Bronski Beat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
AZ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Residents,
The Gun Club,
The Stooges,
Bang On A Can,
Black Moon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boogie Down Productions,
One Last Wish,
Skriet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Evens,
John Lydon,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlback,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sister Nancy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Zeros,
Juan Atkins,
the Association,
Malaria!,
New York Dolls,
Y Pants,
the Bar-Kays,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul II Soul,
T.S.O.L.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-101,
Erykah Badu,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cheater Slicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.