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 Colombia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grime 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang of Four,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cymande,
Quantec,
Hardrive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fat Boys,
Janne Schatter,
The Standells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lucky Dragons,
Glenn Branca,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacob Miller,
Erasure,
Hot Snakes,
The Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Susan Cadogan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smoke,
Radiohead,
Harmonia,
Alphaville,
New York Dolls,
The Five Americans,
KRS-One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Iggy Pop,
E-Dancer,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
June of 44,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Bourne,
Niagra,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Infiniti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
FM Einheit,
Motorama,
The Fugs,
Masters at Work,
Y Pants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Make Up,
Mantronix,
the Germs,
Marmalade,
Kevin Saunderson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
OOIOO,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.