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 Laos and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Beijing and Salvador.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pulsallama to the grunge 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Sex Pistols,
Scrapy,
Main Source,
Amazonics,
Animal Collective,
The Gladiators,
Magazine,
Grauzone,
Brick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blancmange,
Intrusion,
Stereo Dub,
Can,
Clear Light,
Soul II Soul,
Danielle Patucci,
Sam Rivers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slave,
Sound Behaviour,
Sarah Menescal,
Second Layer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Fat Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
U.S. Maple,
Kas Product,
Peter and Kerry,
Yaz,
Bob Dylan,
The Golliwogs,
Schoolly D,
The Raincoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Roxy Music,
The Happenings,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Bourne,
The Residents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minnie Riperton,
Sixth Finger,
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barry Ungar,
David Axelrod,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gun Club,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.