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 Tuvalu and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Little Man to the techno 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Sound,
Hashim,
Brass Construction,
Eden Ahbez,
Agent Orange,
Sarah Menescal,
Khruangbin,
Royal Trux,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Fraelich,
Silicon Teens,
Camouflage,
Procol Harum,
The Invisible,
Infiniti,
Stiv Bators,
Alice Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lindisfarne,
Moebius,
Crime,
Wolf Eyes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
CMW,
The Durutti Column,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerri Chandler,
Ossler,
Pole,
Ten City,
Aaron Thompson,
Inner City,
The Residents,
The Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Subhumans,
The Birthday Party,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Foxx,
Lalann,
Wire,
Groovy Waters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dave Gahan,
Altered Images,
Bobby Womack,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gladiators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Finger,
Technova,
Bill Near,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Normal,
Fear,
Masters at Work,
Sister Nancy,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.