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 Georgia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Qualms to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
F. McDonald,
Boredoms,
The Buckinghams,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Darondo,
Black Flag,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kayak,
Khruangbin,
Donald Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Rundgren,
The Remains,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gap Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Das Ding,
Lalann,
The Tremeloes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moebius,
Roger Hodgson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drexciya,
Barrington Levy,
Scientists,
Ultimate Spinach,
Los Fastidios,
Blossom Toes,
Rapeman,
Moby Grape,
The Techniques,
Slick Rick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arcadia,
The Gladiators,
Rufus Thomas,
Shoche,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Goldenarms,
Hardrive,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ken Boothe,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
JFA,
Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick May,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.