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 Poland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 R.M.O. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Brick,
Franke,
Prince Buster,
Kool Moe Dee,
JFA,
Crooked Eye,
The Associates,
X-102,
New York Dolls,
K-Klass,
Yazoo,
Echospace,
Altered Images,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
The Wake,
Scott Walker,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scratch Acid,
Jacques Brel,
Iggy Pop,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Starr,
Interpol,
Alphaville,
The Moody Blues,
Symarip,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dirtbombs,
DNA,
Aaron Thompson,
Visage,
Siglo XX,
Patti Smith,
Ossler,
Robert Hood,
Delta 5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neu!,
Laurel Aitken,
Drive Like Jehu,
Darondo,
Albert Ayler,
a-ha,
The Buckinghams,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Technova,
Aural Exciters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lyres,
OOIOO,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Spoonie Gee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Divine Comedy,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.