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 Gabon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Matthew Bourne to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Grass Roots,
Pole,
Livin' Joy,
Ohio Players,
The Barracudas,
The Buckinghams,
Jawbox,
Infiniti,
T.S.O.L.,
the Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
The Neon Judgement,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter & Gordon,
Groovy Waters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Freddie Wadling,
Wasted Youth,
F. McDonald,
The Young Rascals,
Lower 48,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Sherman,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Selecter,
Yusef Lateef,
Adolescents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Niagra,
Suicide,
Radiohead,
Jeff Lynne,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Supertramp,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers,
Terrestrial Tones,
China Crisis,
Absolute Body Control,
Moss Icon,
Arab on Radar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Albert Ayler,
Basic Channel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Main Source,
Parry Music,
Audionom,
Liliput,
the Germs,
Skarface,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Trojans,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.