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 Cameroon and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 B.T. Express to the jazz 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Pop Group,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
JFA,
Main Source,
Bobby Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Interpol,
The New Christs,
Barry Ungar,
The Move,
Lungfish,
The Selecter,
Swans,
Quadrant,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MDC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Howard Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monks,
Public Enemy,
Donald Byrd,
PIL,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gap Band,
Tres Demented,
Sparks,
Pagans,
Terrestrial Tones,
David McCallum,
a-ha,
Derrick May,
Pierre Henry,
Liliput,
Janne Schatter,
Roxy Music,
Joe Finger,
Index,
Ultra Naté,
Funkadelic,
Scientists,
Scratch Acid,
Monolake,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerri Chandler,
kango's stein massive,
Deakin,
Desert Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Fat Boys,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.