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 Bahrain and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Robert Palmer 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 Johnny Clarke to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Cymande,
Sarah Menescal,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Colin Newman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Newcleus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scan 7,
Henry Cow,
Darondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pretty Things,
Pere Ubu,
Tom Boy,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June of 44,
Scratch Acid,
The Gories,
James White and The Blacks,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bob Dylan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blues Magoos,
Erykah Badu,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Copeland,
The Names,
David Bowie,
Dead Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Wyatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sister Nancy,
Connie Case,
The Gap Band,
10cc,
Spoonie Gee,
Trumans Water,
David McCallum,
Minor Threat,
Sight & Sound,
The Cramps,
Slick Rick,
Royal Trux,
Zero Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
The Real Kids,
Marine Girls,
Deadbeat,
The Slackers,
Jeff Mills,
The Mojo Men,
Skarface,
Siglo XX,
Soft Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.