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 Egypt and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Kerrie Biddell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Selecter,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Surgeon,
Cal Tjader,
The Associates,
DNA,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cramps,
Leonard Cohen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joey Negro,
Lindisfarne,
Cameo,
Marc Almond,
Q and Not U,
Morten Harket,
The Fugs,
The Motions,
Aswad,
Ronan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scratch Acid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Barracudas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Severed Heads,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jawbox,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy Collins,
Cheater Slicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Connie Case,
Dennis Brown,
Oblivians,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacques Brel,
The Walker Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Symarip,
Ice-T,
Bobby Womack,
The Stooges,
Matthew Bourne,
Easy Going,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The New Christs,
The Fall,
Altered Images,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Angels of Light,
Pantytec,
Au Pairs,
The Dirtbombs,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ituana,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.