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 Korea North and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Max Romeo to the grime 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Black Bananas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fire Engines,
DNA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Hill,
Tubeway Army,
Deakin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dennis Brown,
Qualms,
Marine Girls,
Pere Ubu,
UT,
Magazine,
MDC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Womack,
The Vogues,
Essential Logic,
Con Funk Shun,
The Alarm Clocks,
Charles Mingus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Angels of Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Panda Bear,
In Retrospect,
The Saints,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
48th St. Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dead C,
Mantronix,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed,
Reuben Wilson,
Yellowson,
Visage,
Zero Boys,
The Selecter,
The Red Krayola,
Scan 7,
Crispy Ambulance,
Section 25,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fugs,
Skarface,
a-ha,
Donald Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Foxx,
Alison Limerick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.