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 Djibouti 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 Public Enemy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Adolescents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Darondo,
The Names,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Graham Central Station,
Silicon Teens,
Underground Resistance,
Blake Baxter,
Fear,
Livin' Joy,
The Count Five,
R.M.O.,
Lungfish,
Mantronix,
The Leaves,
Yusef Lateef,
These Immortal Souls,
Icehouse,
Simply Red,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
China Crisis,
This Heat,
Gang Green,
Nik Kershaw,
Arab on Radar,
Fad Gadget,
The Durutti Column,
Blossom Toes,
Magma,
Sun Ra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marine Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Wells,
Davy DMX,
Scientists,
The Young Rascals,
Heaven 17,
Half Japanese,
Suicide,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Tremeloes,
Radio Birdman,
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chrome,
Aural Exciters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxette,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Talk Talk,
Nils Olav,
Newcleus,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
a-ha,
The American Breed,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.