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 Spain and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Darondo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Enemy,
Cheater Slicks,
Deadbeat,
Quantec,
Talk Talk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Essential Logic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slick Rick,
Severed Heads,
Shoche,
Surgeon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faust,
Bronski Beat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tubeway Army,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scan 7,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Names,
Sonic Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
The Five Americans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Standells,
Amon Düül,
Bush Tetras,
Donald Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Moby Grape,
John Holt,
Max Romeo,
Jandek,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed,
Idris Muhammad,
Excepter,
Slave,
Rod Modell,
Gong,
Pet Shop Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Lightning Bolt,
Drexciya,
Bluetip,
The Human League,
The Techniques,
Blossom Toes,
Von Mondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.