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 Dominican Republic and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 Aural Exciters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pylon,
Kerri Chandler,
The Associates,
Fat Boys,
Deakin,
Todd Rundgren,
48th St. Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Fugazi,
Neil Young,
The Index,
Buzzcocks,
MC5,
Hardrive,
Porter Ricks,
Kas Product,
Marvin Gaye,
Graham Central Station,
Banda Bassotti,
Josef K,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Finger,
The Remains,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sonics,
Average White Band,
The Techniques,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moebius,
Scion,
Fatback Band,
Supertramp,
Section 25,
Royal Trux,
Ronnie Foster,
Marine Girls,
Agent Orange,
Howard Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Maurizio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Teasers,
Minutemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Talk Talk,
The Pretty Things,
Zero Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Motorama,
Joensuu 1685,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scrapy,
Nico,
Alison Limerick,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry's Kids,
Zapp,
Robert Wyatt,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.