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 Jordan and from Milan.
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 Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Sight & Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
John Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
The Black Dice,
Mandrill,
The Pop Group,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nas,
Black Moon,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacob Miller,
World's Most,
Man Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mojo Men,
Scan 7,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Parry Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unwound,
New Age Steppers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Last Poets,
the Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Copeland,
Bush Tetras,
Funkadelic,
Ponytail,
Terry Callier,
The Leaves,
the Association,
Arcadia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Victims,
Ice-T,
The Grass Roots,
The Beau Brummels,
Pere Ubu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Royal Trux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Residents,
Moby Grape,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Amazonics,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.