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 Iran and from New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Sight & Sound to the grime 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scientists,
Eric Dolphy,
The Remains,
Crooked Eye,
In Retrospect,
The Monochrome Set,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
EPMD,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
Zero Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Isaac Hayes,
Neu!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tommy Roe,
Erykah Badu,
Excepter,
AZ,
Tres Demented,
Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
The Divine Comedy,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maurizio,
Nik Kershaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Smog,
ABBA,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
Agitation Free,
Derrick May,
The Barracudas,
Steve Hackett,
Brass Construction,
Lee Hazlewood,
OOIOO,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Connie Case,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra,
Schoolly D,
Sun City Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deakin,
PIL,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.