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 Libya and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Hood to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Babytalk,
Arcadia,
The Buckinghams,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skaos,
Arthur Verocai,
Amazonics,
Mission of Burma,
a-ha,
Brick,
Deakin,
Accadde A,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
cv313,
The Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gong,
Basic Channel,
Janne Schatter,
Rites of Spring,
Anakelly,
Albert Ayler,
Judy Mowatt,
Wally Richardson,
Heaven 17,
Soul II Soul,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül,
The Count Five,
World's Most,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flash Fearless,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slave,
Jacob Miller,
David Bowie,
The Black Dice,
K-Klass,
Pole,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Interpol,
Lou Reed,
Toni Rubio,
Minnie Riperton,
The Index,
Dennis Brown,
Crime,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Flag,
The Victims,
The Saints,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.