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 Uganda and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Bill Wells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tommy Roe,
Lungfish,
Little Man,
Rufus Thomas,
The Durutti Column,
Essential Logic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fela Kuti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
K-Klass,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Selecter,
Television Personalities,
The Zeros,
Minny Pops,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül II,
Royal Trux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Archie Shepp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Howard Jones,
China Crisis,
Pussy Galore,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Bowie,
The Remains,
Johnny Osbourne,
MDC,
Mark Hollis,
Skriet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
H. Thieme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker,
The Doors,
Faraquet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Simply Red,
Todd Terry,
DJ Style,
The Pop Group,
The Litter,
The Tremeloes,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Hill,
Black Pus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slave,
Rapeman,
Grauzone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Wake,
Zapp,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.