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 Sierra Leone and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Fall to the jazz 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Smooth,
Average White Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
48th St. Collective,
The Smoke,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Fraelich,
ABC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter and Kerry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
KRS-One,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Goldenarms,
The New Christs,
Harpers Bizarre,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Nirvana,
Patti Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Theoretical Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Almond,
Barry Ungar,
The Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flipper,
The Slackers,
Accadde A,
Ken Boothe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Crash Course in Science,
Schoolly D,
Hardrive,
Liliput,
Yazoo,
The Neon Judgement,
Q and Not U,
Ice-T,
Tears for Fears,
D'Angelo,
Mars,
The Fall,
Pussy Galore,
The Birthday Party,
Cymande,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.