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 Madagascar and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Womack to the rock 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Amazonics,
Nico,
Clear Light,
David Axelrod,
The Knickerbockers,
Warren Ellis,
Faraquet,
Oblivians,
Brass Construction,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lungfish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minutemen,
Rosa Yemen,
the Germs,
Donny Hathaway,
Drive Like Jehu,
Smog,
F. McDonald,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Symarip,
John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Arab on Radar,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Enemy,
The Smiths,
PIL,
H. Thieme,
Donald Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins,
Graham Central Station,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Make Up,
The Red Krayola,
Eden Ahbez,
Visage,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swans,
Swell Maps,
Susan Cadogan,
Carl Craig,
X-101,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Style,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lakeside,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.