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 Yemen and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 World's Most 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Franke,
Flash Fearless,
Tres Demented,
Talk Talk,
Hoover,
The Index,
Pagans,
David Axelrod,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Remains,
Scott Walker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scientists,
10cc,
A Certain Ratio,
DNA,
Brand Nubian,
Skriet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blues Magoos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The United States of America,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Wells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Techniques,
Animal Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalann,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Teasers,
Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Motions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Motorama,
a-ha,
Supertramp,
Davy DMX,
The Beau Brummels,
Jawbox,
Todd Rundgren,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Los Fastidios,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moleskins,
The Invisible,
Aswad,
John Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Kerri Chandler,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.