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 Dominican Republic and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Deakin to the dance 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Copeland,
Soul Sonic Force,
Main Source,
The Birthday Party,
Stetsasonic,
Bob Dylan,
Liliput,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Mills,
Chris Corsano,
China Crisis,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Martian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T. Rex,
The Techniques,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Dolphy,
Nico,
Tres Demented,
The Gun Club,
Alton Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Foxx,
Arcadia,
Excepter,
Lalann,
Urselle,
Icehouse,
Black Flag,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake,
The Litter,
Wire,
PIL,
Aural Exciters,
The Divine Comedy,
Gong,
Howard Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
Nas,
the Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eve St. Jones,
Magazine,
Skaos,
Kurtis Blow,
Mission of Burma,
Isaac Hayes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.