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 the UAE and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Vainqueur to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Siglo XX,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Josef K,
Pet Shop Boys,
UT,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dawn Penn,
F. McDonald,
OOIOO,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Görl,
DJ Sneak,
Interpol,
The Gories,
The Dirtbombs,
James White and The Blacks,
Silicon Teens,
D'Angelo,
Mission of Burma,
Los Fastidios,
Minor Threat,
Suburban Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Minnie Riperton,
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor,
Ituana,
The Fuzztones,
Young Marble Giants,
The Tremeloes,
Jacques Brel,
The Fortunes,
JFA,
June Days,
Harmonia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Audionom,
Godley & Creme,
Lindisfarne,
In Retrospect,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Evens,
Bobby Womack,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Starr,
Barrington Levy,
Jawbox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
K-Klass,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wasted Youth,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
FM Einheit,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.